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- She bit her lip, standing in the doorway, checking back and forth along the hallway once more. Then she closed the door of her chamber firmly.
- She glanced down at the unwritten speech, and at the almost-untouched pot of ink.
- She planted her feet and cinched her abbot's robe around her waist, and glared straight ahead at the opposite wall.
- Just one peek, she thought.
- She pressed her will against the whereness around her, forcing it to change. Zendikar.
- Her bedchamber dissolved. The walls became humid night air. The stone floor became a pebbled slope. The ceiling became a dark sky strewn with floating land masses and tilted diamond shapes.
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- PROMISES TO KEEP
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