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“Forty-six years into her reign, Lysanda slew the last deadly creature. She smiled, took a wineskin, and rode off into the forest. One last hunt, it was said. Farrul would stalk by her side, in this life… and the next.”
“Forty-six years into her reign, Lysanda slew the last deadly creature. She smiled, took a wineskin, and rode off into the forest. One last hunt, it was said. Farrul would stalk by her side, in this life… and the next.”