It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the — Kristin Cashore, Fire
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It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.

— Kristin Cashore, Fire
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