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... could see that she was surrounded by many flowers as if the druids built her a memorial.
'Didn't you all agree to send her to her death?'
Arthur shook his head as he looked at Vena. To his surprise, the old druid wasn't dead yet, but she was very close to being. He turned toward Merlin, who was bound to know this.
"Tell me, My Voice of Conscience," Arthur whispered to Rosa beside him in Alvan Language. "What do you think about this?"
"About what?" ...
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