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To be quite honest, I don't want to write about how the Bregos went searching for their village.
We have only 1 post apiece now left to go before the game is done. I intend my epilog to be about 2 years in the future from Arry's last post.
I would prefer that the Bregowarians arrive safely for the most part at Hengistham. I can, though, write it either way.
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Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .
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