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Mina Sauvage was not born; she was carved. The old ones said she was the daughter of a weeping sky and a broken stone heart. Her hair was the spray of the 132-foot falls; her voice was the rumble of the spring melt. She was the guardian of the trail, a spirit both feared and loved by the Osage who once walked the valley below. “Then we die,” he said

She fell into his arms, and he caught her—not with a vine, but with his own fragile, mortal bones. Together

He dangled there, breathless, and looked down into her eyes—violet-grey as the storm clouds.

“Was it worth it?” he asked, holding her hand as her breath became shallow.