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... re smooth from rainfall or had lain in craters. There was no air of corruption as in Blackfear. It was not corrupted as Blackfear but simply dead. It was all broken stone and shattered walls. The wind howled, even as the rain let up and the world was bathed in golden light.
These desolate ruins now seemed beautiful, an echo of past glories. And William thought it could not have been as terrible as Lamech thought. Evil was by nature a corruption of what was, and Thrakmul could not be buil ...
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