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‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. She was rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. “I’ve been playing since I was five, Lucy! You’re just more talented than I am.
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