Chapter 8
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carried, and t so o . h Brandin.
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t, sil t dead fire.
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did it make of t long-ago quest a sixteen-year-old girl
a by the sea and gone in search of his Prince.
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t nig t nig y, teness of w she Audience Chamber.
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No comfort t anye reminder of who she was and why she was here.
And lying very still in darkness on an Emb