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Through
wizards' chants and faeries' flight,
here written are stories of old. Many tales long forgotten, like
embers dying in the cold.
This book portrays an age of realms passed, the dreams of a girl I once knew. She was an angel of the night, a vision, and upon the world her magic was cast. Like coals, these tales await rekindling. Thus, I bring them to you, that their memories be kept. And as I live today, so are they all true.
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