Two thousand years had passed, but in the watch towers along their craggy shores, greybeards still kept the ancient vigil. I say three. The visor of his helm was open, and the bags beneath his eyes made him look still half-asleep. Stand up and I'll be the first to follow you.
She was drenched in sweat, burning, yet somehow shivering too. He refused. This rain has driven them inside. lest I be forced to chastise you.
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