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But he does not die.
In fact, he begins to laugh
'What have you done, my lady, that is supposed to have killed me?' He sits up, feeling his beating heart.
Feeling the bullet lodged within.
'I have shot you,' she says.
'It is a bullet without harm, my lady'
'It is a bullet with a name. A bullet whose name will eventually be the death of you. A bullet whose name is Permission'
He frowns, growing angry. 'My lady talks in riddles.'
'As long as this bullet resides in your heart,' she says, 'so will a part of me. And as long as a part of me resides in your heart. . .' She flies down close to his face so there will be no mistaking her words. 'You have permission to harm me.'

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