She frowned, appearing to think for a moment. "Mine died while I was over here. Her heart full of dread, she dragged on it. And, if I can render you any service, you may command me. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love.
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