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Revelations
The object that had drawn my attention was a rose, blood red, charmed that the petals should never fall. It sat over his heart, and his hands clasped it, fingers interlocked around the stem. Undoubtedly, it was left by Nimue, and it was from the flower that the dim glow emanated.
I stared at him, the dead genius, the foolish madman who had traded the greatest power in the world for the love of a woman who would give him no more than a posy for his corpse in return for her robbery.
I suddenly realized that I hated him.