to be regained. Somewhere deep in the mysterious mountains, an aquifer springs forth, to join streams and tributaries and rain, and wipe clean the slate of this late world. When Tiratep rowed past the whitestone cairns that has, for the last thousand years, marked the water boundary of the ancient capital, his frail candle, and its wobbly reflection in the water, were the only weak lights on the black river.
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