He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in — Ellis Peters
He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in — Ellis Peters
He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in — Ellis Peters
He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in — Ellis Peters
He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in — Ellis Peters
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He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands,

— Ellis Peters
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