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I really cannot adequately express my sorrow at Gyrth's death. I'll be praying for Michael and Mel, and weeping because I cannot sit at the Sage of Atlantia's knee, ever again. Rosine, in her motherly wisdom, says I should tell some Gyrth stories, but I'll have to do that later. I wonder what he's gonna say to Shakespeare and Dante? |
 
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