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... lm, the bells of Myrr Arthor tolled a mournful song. A dirge well matched to the weeping sky. Across the city, more bells answered the call of the great seat of the Faith, until all the streets, the towers, the storm walls and manor rows echoed with the clamor.
I thought perhaps the sound passed into the pouring sky above, out over the churning waters of the bay, and were taken in by them.
Lias had once told me that the world’s water is caught in an endless cycle. It evaporates f ...
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