Zoe—” I said.”Stars,” she whispered. “I can see the stars again, my lady.”A tear trickled down Artemis’s cheek. “Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.””Stars,” Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky....
—Rick Riordan
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