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- He gestured, and the crowd parted. All eyes fell on her. When she stepped forward, she had to be careful, her longer legs unfamiliar. Staying young had come with benefits. The Crone, Schwarze Tante, had been able to give Ciara some of the time she'd stored away. The ghost of a hero called Thane had fashioned her armor, shield and sickle.
- - Teneral e.1
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