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and i promise ... i won't let you down either. ” a slight silence hung in the air, then he turned his gaze to the dark shelves, as if each book hid a secret. “ then ... let's go. one step at a time. together. ”
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would lead me to the w—w—wrong place. but ... if you walk b—b—beside me, then ... then maybe i can ... i can't get lost. ” he took a breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “ you promise ... and i ... i believe you. ( ... )
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bill felt his throat tighten, unable for a few seconds to find the words. he had heard promises before ... but never spoken in this way. not with such quiet strength. not with such faith. “ o—okay ... ” he whispered, ( ... )
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understanding ... what this place wants from us. ” he lowered his voice, almost a whisper. “ and ... and if we stick together ... maybe we can ... maybe we can not just survive ... but maybe we can make sure it doesn't ( ... )
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bill felt the warmth of her hand mingle with his, and a shiver ran down his spine. it was strange ... but not unpleasant. he felt as if a light, however faint, had just pierced the darkness around him. “ y—you ... you ( ... )
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toward her, he whispered. “ but ... if you're really ready to play ... i promise i won't run away. not this time. ” his smile widened, fragile but sincere, and he gently squeezed her hand as if to seal something more ( ... )
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bill looked down at the outstreched hand. he hesitated for a second—a habit of impossible pacts, promises made in derry that he had never really been able to keep. yet he felt his own heart beat faster at the thought of ( ... )
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