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... their hardest to drown out Vivian’s voice as she addressed the fully assembled guild in the clearing beside the towering golden wall that had served as a temporary battlement. It was a small thing, the birds, but the sound of the song changed everything. Only a skeleton crew manned the defenses now, and not a single sound of battle could be heard: not even from the ruins of Myrin’s Keep on the opposite side of the scoured fields. Just the sweet sounds of nature. Aunt Lira would have loved this. ...
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