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... es a glacial blue that seemed to hold the reflection of a world already dead.
When she spoke, her voice had shed its dry, legalistic edge. It took on the cadence of ancient things, of fireside legends told in the deep of winter, of sagas written in the blood of fallen kings. It was a voice that belonged to the beginning of the world, or perhaps, its end.
"In the wake of the Great Silence," she began, and the air in the hall seemed to thicken, as if a heavy mist had rolled in from ...
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