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... re she stood, gazing out at the small lake stretching out before her.
The slightly distorted reflection of the moon on clear water had always been an enchanting sight to Zariah, yet at this moment, Zariah could not bring herself to appreciate it or the serene atmosphere she usually favoured.
Although it had only been a few moments, the pain from her fist had subsided to a dull ache, though she could still feel blood dripping down her fingers, she knew it would be completely heale ...
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