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’Have I heard this before?’ Rafel thought. ’—I must have. I could never forget voice like hers.
It was a gentle music to listen to her talk. When she called his name, it sounded like water pouring in a mug. Rafel didn’t discern what part of the kingdom her accent came from. Perhaps, it was from all the parts. The Elder faerie in front of him: this glorious woman; she sounded Rocasian and Tyrene, Rhobiil and Corynthian.
And the furthest languages of the [Nine Realms] he ...
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