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I barely remember this, ha.
The Queen's affair.
The Council, they all watch.
Shadows shift above.
The raspy voice sings low and sweet, urging lost souls on.
Ghosts arm themselves with whispered tales, deluded by her touch.
and that's where it stops.
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