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Love, I am working toward the theory that a single truth is enough to right a life, like a candle in a dark room.
—It was a thing I knew for certain, Clementine von Radics
Now or never, he tells himself. Now, before she misinterprets everything.
“If you come with me, for the first time in your life, you will be free.”
Eleven’s brown eyes never leave him. This is good: he’d rather they stay there instead of wandering around her siblings’ corpses.
“Imagine,” Henry continues, “what we could do together. We could reshape the world, remake it however we see fit.”
Now or never, Henry.
“Join me.”