“She was mine, she simply forgot.” He placed his hand into the inside pocket on his jacket and pulled out a small, fabric-bound book. His fingers pulled the ribbon and the bookmarked pages spread open before him. “Have you heard the poem by Lord Byron, when we two are parted, Soren?”
“No, My Lord.”
“You must read it sometime.”

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