Northstar Vale that'd you'd never break the chain

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it was earlier afternoon by the time she slipped away from marking the borders, the dull task that had become part of her routine in the same way meditation become parts of other's. she made her way over the short stony piece of land that bridged the gap between the sunspire and the plunging vale, pausing once near the edge of the rocky slope to peer over the valley.

it was as if something had simply scooped away the rock and ridges that ought to have stood there, and instead created the sac=nctuary of the vale. she had to admit that the place was beautiful, yet she was not intent on sightseeing that day. rather, she gave a singing call for @Queenie, let it ring clear over the spring-touched Vale.

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