en through the thin blanket
opulent, smelling of
murmured, their laughte
to me, talking to a woman with sharp
ny Ro
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for our ways, for
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as d
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g, Elara
Totem, a sacred link
rent of energy that left me hollowed
him com
me, more than he
him, leaving me perpetually drained, my
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held warm
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our
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there too, later,
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for that public embar
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