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| | Zyalia's Tales of the Kindred - Chapter 4 |
 | | "Lady Tarish, how nice of you to accept my invitation." The voice was boyish, high and thin, with a trace of a working class accent, although the sentence was structured beautifully. |
 | | I’d backed myself away from the stairwell, and had no reason to think I could make a dash for it that way, so I just kept moving slowly, trying to remember where this particular walk went and trying to figure the best way of attracting the attention of one of the warders. |
 | | You bear the mark of the spiritual warrior, Tarish, humanity reaching for the divinity within. |
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