As we both get down to our knees, facing each other, we are told to intertwine our fingers as the shaman continues with the ritual. You grab my arm, very weakly, and say “but you won’t find your mate now”, to which I chuckle and reply I already have once the ritual is over you collapse from your fever. I bring you to your room and we both relax on the bed. Our arms now glow with the marks. Beautiful symbols showing our souls connected. I look at your pained face do you feel any better?
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