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Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Jul 14, 2006 12:58:55 GMT -5
I returned from Dahlia; to a room where I, once again, found little sleep waiting. Perhaps it was the same old reasons, or perhaps it was because my mind was turning so much I couldn’t seem to pause to allow sleep. Tomorrow I would venture into the Night’s Doorstep and find something suitable for the Masque.
Soon, brother, soon.
I couldn’t wait.
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