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... s, clattering carts, and the braying of donkeys, but for Ashlyn, the world had narrowed down to the small, still space around the blind priestess. The woman stood like a monolith in a rushing river, her simple grey robes unmoving in the breeze.
"Your husband bears the destiny of a commander," the priestess whispered. Her voice was low and raspy, like dry leaves skittering over stone, yet it cut through the din of the market with startling clarity. She leaned closer, the scent of old ince ...
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