God. Emperor Sarabian exclaimed as the momentary blur faded and the trees of Atan vanished to be replaced by the familiar blue carpeting, breeze-touched drapes, and the gleaming, opalescent walls of the royal sitting room in Ehlana's castle.
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I shiver in my tunic and buskins and wonder what to do. A sound rescues me. It conies from one end of the valley below us, where further view is blocked off by two cliffs it thunders deep in our ears and rolls through the earth into our bones.
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