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…A flutter of recognition flicked across his gaze.
“What is it?” Asked Wen, her icy tone slicing through the summer haze like a frosty stare.
“There’s an old lay, I can’t quite remember how it goes…”
“Try!”
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“I don’t know, something about a green valley between two hills…”
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“And a sentinel of stone which has to be appeased…”
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