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... eemed ashamed to continue raging. Her lips parted, and from them came a song older than Veyrakar’s first dawn, a hymn in High Veyrani, pure and unbroken, the language of the gods long before mortals diluted it with their coarse syllables.
The melody unfurled like a wingspan of light in the cavern, brushing against his scales with the tenderness of a hand he had not felt in ages.
"O Flame of Ages, still and deep,
In lonely dark Thy vigil keep.
Lonely is the crown o ...
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