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The Young Man's POV
"A good sacrifice is one that is not necessarily sound but leaves your opponent dazed and confused."
When the Lady came out from behind the door he felt his knees go weak with relief. He would continue to live!
It was when the priest grabbed him by his elbow that he came to his senses. So fast that many didn't see it, he turned to look at his love. Down on her knees she was. Tears pouring down her face. He knew she was refraining from shrieking a horrible shriek.
A small hand grabbed his and turned him their way. There she was, his bride. He had seen her looking at him from afar; sometimes she even dared to speak him. She was beautiful yes, but she was not his love.
Quote by Nigel Short.
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