The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maer — Alison Croggon, The Riddle
The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maer — Alison Croggon, The Riddle
The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maer — Alison Croggon, The Riddle
The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maer — Alison Croggon, The Riddle
The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maer — Alison Croggon, The Riddle
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The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

— Alison Croggon, The Riddle
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