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... hall, her gaze fixated on the Saintess before her and the murals behind her, falling silent after a while.
In this ethereal palace, forged by thousands of years of belief, when the faint natural light shone through the window lattices and hit the white embossments, the variously shaped divine figures seemed to glimmer, giving her the illusion that they were performing ancient legends.
"Isatia is the name of my mother."
Hyperion admitted after a pause, nodding her head. < ...
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