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... > "Yes, please," Eira said, holding out her cup.
The liquid poured in a curling stream of steam, golden and fragrant. A subtle warmth bloomed in Eira’s palms as she cupped the drink and settled back onto the mossy ground, legs crossed beneath her cloak.
"It’s really odd, isn’t it?" Eira said after a moment, glancing out toward the silver curve of the waterfall. "How quickly people forget things here. Just last month, everyone was terrified of Julian Trévér. Now they whisper behin ...
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