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... fore me, her silver hair pooling on the floor, her head bowed. Her slender frame was clad in a simple robe of dark cloth, her hands clasped before her in a gesture of supplication.
"Forgive me, O Messenger," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I did not recognize you. I thought..."
"Yes, I gathered that," I said dryly, leaning back against a tree trunk.
The dark elf’s earlier bravado, her defiance, her murderous rage—it was all gone, replaced by a quiet, trem ...
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