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A light flick of her will, and one long strand is severed from Abrogail Thrune's head, coiled into a ring, and presented to Meritxell. "Let us hope that this is the start of a quite fruitful partnership," says Abrogail Thrune. She's not sure that the ominous wordplay helps with anything, but who knows, perhaps it might. |
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to-reign-in-Cheliax
A light flick of her will, and one long strand is severed from Abrogail Thrune's head, coiled into a ring, and presented to Meritxell. "Let us hope that this is the start of a fruitful partnership," says Abrogail Thrune. She's not sure that the ominous wordplay helps with anything, but who knows, perhaps it might. |