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... Lira who somehow managed to make sitting on a rough chunk of bone-encrusted rock in the dark and dusty forgotten library look effortlessly elegant, sipping on the tea Mato had brewed.
She sighed, “It’s… embarrassing.”
“It’s ok if you’d rather not.”
“No, it’s better that you know, for I have a favor to ask of you after,” Lira answered. “You must understand, all my friends perished in the destruction of Dal’mohra and the disaster that followed. I saw it, Aliandra; the army ...
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