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[Mar. 3rd, 2010|03:15 am] |
They acknowledged that cold, final touch in their souls, like a finger on the heart, Verzar had said to her, and they came home to sleep and wake and walk through a day or a week or a month before yielding to the ending that had claimed them for its own
In the north, in the cities, they spoke of the last portal of Morian, of longed-for grace in her dark HallsOf priestly intercessions invoked with candles and tears
Those born with the caul in the southern highlands, those who fought in the Ember wars and saw the shapes of the Others who came to battle there, did not speak in such a way
Not that they would ever be so foolish as to deny Morian of Portals or Eanna or Adaon |
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