Claire," he said quietly. "Tomorrow I will die. This child … is all that will be left of me-ever. I ask ye, Claire-I beg you-see it safe." I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem."
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ Dragonfly in Amber ]
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