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- Lim-Dûl’s features softened slightly. “I’ll try again. What year were you born?”
- Jodah nodded and relaxed. That one he knew. “The four hundredth and thirteenth year after the birth of Urza and Mishra. Three hundred and fifty years after the Devastation of the Brothers.”
- “Indeed,” said Lim-Dûl, smiling again. “And if I told you it was over two thousand, five hundred years after the devastation, what would you say?”
- “Two thousa...” The number was too large. The dizziness seemed to rise up again beneath him. He took a deep draft from the cup, almost draining it. “That’s impossible.”
- ***
- The Eternal Ice, Chapter 2
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