He refrained from touching his wound. “I’m blind.”
“No, my sweet,” she said.
Blinking, he saw her face.
“You lost both eyes,” she continued. “I used my magic, now we each only have one.”
They looked upon each other, eyes not missing…
They’d become cyclopes.
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