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Marie Rutkoski

The Winner's Curse

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    “My soul is yours,” he said. “You know that it is.”

    She lifted a hand, as much to block his face from her sight as to stop those words.
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    Quietly, he said, “You’re really not.”

    “I might believe you if you gave me the whole set of keys.”

    The corner of his mouth twitched. “Ah, but would you have any respect for my intelligence?”
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    Arin shook his head. “It’s harder to live.”

    Yes. It was. Kestrel had known there would be no escape tonight, and probably not for some time to come.
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    Arin remembered the exhaustion of that work, but also how it had corded his muscles until the ache in his arms became stone. He was grateful to the Valorians for having made him strong. If he was strong enough, he might live through this night. If he lived, he could reclaim the shreds of who he had been, and explain himself to Kestrel in a way she would understand.
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    Kestrel raised one brow. “How very surprising. Didn’t you just make a promise and ask me to trust your word? Really, Arin. You must sort out your lies and your truths or even you won’t know which is which.
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    Happiness depends on being free, Kestrel’s father often said, and freedom depends on being courageous.
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    When she closed her eyes, she remembered something her father had often told her as a child, and would say to soldiers the night before a battle: “Nothing in dreams can hurt you.”
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    Kestrel.” The general touched her shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically hesitant. “It’s every child’s duty to survive her parents. My profession isn’t a safe one. I would like—Kestrel, when I die, do not mourn me.”

    She smiled. “You do not command me,” she said, and kissed his cheek.
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    ou chose?”

    “He is the best,” Arin said seriously.

    “He is my father’s.”

    “I won’t hold that against the horse.”
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    Everything in war hinges on what you know of your adversary’s skills and assets,” he had said. “Yes, luck will play some part. The terrain will be crucial. Numbers are important. But how you negotiate the strengths of your opponent is more likely to decide the battle than anything else.”
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