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people on the bottom-side of the world wet their hair with tears
The barrier between monsters and nonmonsters was exploded and everything was possible again
Time does not exist without rain
What you call truth is a blur. What you call knowledge is a rusty memory. What you call trust is a hope, a loyalty which has gone untested.
I may never be queen, but you will never break me
You are a weaponsmith in an open field. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
once the coldest roads all led back to the same warm place
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