Nurumaiel walked over to Ardo and bowed. "I deeply apologize," she said. "I will remember in the future."
With another bow, she turned to everyone in the room. "Does anyone have a tale they would like to tell?" she asked. "Or maybe a song?"
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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