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While meeting Litima, of Sacrifice & Dusk, is a divinely beautiful experience, (with her short skin and pale golden eyes) we were feeling too charmed to be disappointed by the apparent success. Such eyes, searched out those of shipwrecked mariners, as they also studied the ground. Everyone at the Castle appeared oblivious to the loss of Maanis' sons, his woes, and also his shame. Sorrow was the friend of the commonwealth here, it seemed. Some addlers who had first appeared now returned briefly to isolation (we were surprised by their resourcefulness amidst certain peril), and as surprises, they still remain, towering like columns of old-world glory above an area of the Mayr Outpost. A thousand moments have passed since Aelad's death, and we drank listlessly from the blue-violet bottle.
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