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[A moment ago . . . ]
There is a young woman standing on the shore of the lake.
She wears a long dress, well but simply made, and of a style that could belong to a dozen times . . . or no time at all.
Both the dress and the woman's hair are wet.
She turns slowly, in a full circle, looking all around her.
"What country, friends, is this?"
Would anyone like to let her know it's not Illyria?
There is a young woman standing on the shore of the lake.
She wears a long dress, well but simply made, and of a style that could belong to a dozen times . . . or no time at all.
Both the dress and the woman's hair are wet.
She turns slowly, in a full circle, looking all around her.
"What country, friends, is this?"
Would anyone like to let her know it's not Illyria?
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