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As two figures took form at its head. And walked, unhindered, toward the city walls, darkness swarming around them. Erawan. The golden-haired young man. She’d know it if she were blind. A dark-haired, pale-skinned woman strode at his side, robes billowing around her on a phantom wind. “Maeve,” Lysandra breathed. People began screaming then.
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