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... Miakaru, whomst have in their infinite wisdom dragged themselves up from the pits, and unto the lightl.
On a completely unrelated note, today’s soup might turn out particularly chunky.
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(Reyvin’s POV)
The city of Arenthia was already being overrun by the time I slowly lowered myself to the ground, the limp body of the Altmer mage hanging in my grip and drawing the horrified looks of many of the high elves still in positions to observe me while their comrades d ...
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