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... t the strings on a pipa, and the sound of her Young Masters Harmonic Wind Tines. It was a slow, almost mournful thing, he was playing.
...Well all raise our voices, a song in our hearts
And set our eyes on distant shores, with wind in our sails once more.
She liked the song. It was peaceful, and it was good because her entire body hurt. Which was no wonder because she had fought Elder Minyan
Bailus eyes snapped open, her heart in her throat. She was laying on an u ...
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