He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobe — Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobe — Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobe — Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobe — Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobe — Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
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He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobel says as he leaves, but the sentiment is crushed by the clatter of the beaded curtain falling closed behind him.

— Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
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