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... of her hood, her presence quiet yet deeply rooted in the memory, and Sylvaris stood next to her, silent as well, because after all, these were her memories—unfolding by her will, drawn from the depths of her soul—and he could only follow what she allowed him to see.
The same people were present as before, gathered in a circle around the slab where the child lay: his mother, his father, his grandfather, and the other wives of Arathor, all of them dressed in black garments that seemed to d ...
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