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... lence of the war council in my last vision. It was solemn but gentle, like the hush before the first drops of rain fall. Verity’s shoulders shook as she sniffled, wiping her eyes again. I drifted across the room, slipping onto Thron’s couch. I rested curled up against him, yearning for his warmth, but was met with only the cool astral breeze of my soul space.
"I’m sorry, I don’t mean to show you something so unbecoming," she whispered, avoiding his eyes. "I just..."
"It’s alright ...
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