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... the second floor of the Violet Castle, Fenna took off her battle helmet, and in the sunshine, she flung her long golden hair just like little Jaina.
She watched as the little mage leaned on an ice staff taller than hers, wore a cloak, rubbed his head, and disappeared into the street in front of the castle.
The emotion in the eyes of the half-elf could not subside for a long time.
This little girl is the second Proudmoore she has come into contact with.
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