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She glances around, impressed with the stone work, and walks over to the fireplace, and sits on the hearth, arranging her cloak. She reaches up with a gloved hand, and lowers the hood of her cloak, her amber eyes glowing softly and smiles at them all.
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May the moon always shine upon your face, and your imagination soar to the heavens.... Chan ann leis a’chiad bhuille thuiteas a’chraobh.
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