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𝑐rouched before a myriad of candles , hands bound together in unspoken prayer . head slowly raising , watery hues fluttering open once more . “i worry for 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚 ,” an uttered confession for her gods and @DevoutShield only .
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“𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 of them are ready for what will come ,” not even aemond with his bared teeth and ceaseless training could win this fight —— not now , 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡 . alas , the gods care little for the plots of their creations and so time must continue to rush by
( & … )
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