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#๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก - myranda + rys caron
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"I have never been as far south as Nightsong. I suppose it would be even warmer than this, wouldn't it? Hard to imagine, really." Myranda smiled, hands clasped tight behind her back, desperate to keep herself on track talking about something other than the wedding. All conversations seemed to circle back to the main points, and while she, along with the rest of the Keep, were hungry for answers, she did also hunger for information of a different kind. "I did read a book once about the Vulture King's attack on Nightsong, and his eventual defeat, at the hands of Ellyn Caron. I couldn't put it down, and finished it well into the darkest hour of the night."
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