The foundation stone of Dawn-Bough does not crumble. It waits for that next crate. Every root here is a vow kept against Aelva's monopoly. My eyes burn gold; the cargo must land whole or our medicine dies a rumor before it blooms.
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npcIlssa Dawnmoss'Gre left the only place her kind is ever supposed to live, crossed the dark to a rock the charts call dead, and coaxed a grove up out of it by refusing to believe the arm's medicine had to belong to one mo
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