[ He only knows of one, and that’s Claire Fraser. She’s as close to him as a mother now, but he never thought to ask her about her time as a hostage. He already knows what it’s like to be one. He’s been one for half his life.
He shakes his head, pushing strands of wild white hair back from his face. ]
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He shakes his head, pushing strands of wild white hair back from his face. ]
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