Larksong Grotto Ankärr

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his eyes opened to her above him and he felt as though he was dreaming until she spoke. skorpa lay quite still, as much for his ailing flesh as he was in his suspicions of a trap. "så han fandt dig ikke alligevel."

there was a great stubbornness in skorpa which now forced him upright into a shambling lurch. pain provoked a grunt; he turned his battered face toward her, memorizing the rainwater beauty that warrior had meant for himself. " godt. jeg kan dø i lykke, nu hvor jeg ved, at han har tabt." mockery, mockery which made a joke of his demise as well.

clawing next for water, toward its ice-rimed edges as if it were all he could find in himself to do.

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