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A song she heard
Of cold that gathers
Like winters tongue
Among the shadows
It rose like blackness
In the sky
That on volcanos
Vomit rise
A Stone of ruin
From burn to chill
Like black moonrise
Her voice fell still...
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Silent. So it should be. You have no place in this world Luthiel. And there is no other. Zalos reached out and lifted a few strands of her hair. Bright songs and the magic of hope are but a dangerous illusion. The fake comfort of witches charms.
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