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"Ah!" said Hallien as the music drifted inside the inn. "And so it begins!"
Finishing her drink, she hefted the stringed instrument across her back, tucked the book under her arm, secured her hat on her head, and strolled outside. It was a beautiful evening; the perfect weather for a party under the open skies. Humming, she pulled out a char and seated herself.
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"Wide ne bith wel," cwaeth se the geheirde on helle hriman.
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