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... truly tell anymore. Time itself had softened around the edges, like a story retold so many times that its beginning and end had become one.
The Cradle of Shadows—once a lake of gold and black—had become the heart of a new world. Villages formed around its shimmering banks. Pilgrims came in silence, not to worship, but to listen. For the lake spoke at night.
No one knew what it said. Some claimed to hear lullabies, others confessions, others still swore they heard their own names ...
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