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There is no law that gods must be fair. And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. — The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles