Book, Chapter

1    5, 135|        her middle finger into the mixture, she crossed my forehead
2    5, 158|        her middle finger into the mixture, she crossed my forehead
3    6     |         penetrated chaos, but the mixture of light and matter was
4    6     | tenderness, to inspire that first mixture of fear and hope, of vague
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