To every person there are certain words that must not be said. To him, the words were a last resort, chosen with deadly precision. He watched her courage crumble and the light of her faith in him extinguished, but he could no more unsay them than a highwayman could call back a well-aimed bullet. He could only stand there, mute with pain at the wound he had inflicted, but holding firm for her sake against the river of remorse that nearly drowned him.
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