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- Slowly, as if in a trance, she began to strum the lute. As the melancholy chords drifted through the common room, conversations ceased. Soon, everyone was watching her, but she did not notice. Goldmoon sang for the old man alone.
- Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 66
- Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
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