Her Departure was Bittersweet
The sun was a wretched beauty--....
The rumors filled the streets more swiftly than a drunkard's tankard with the sweet poison of ale. Soft tale ushered was that of a ginger-haired bastard of the Sol, leaving forevermore from the citadel of Regalia...
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