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the Voice ”They most certainly are.” She appears with another thunderclap from the storm above the underground, a goddess swathed in electricity, young in form but old in spirit. As Bastien and Rexanna behold her they will feel renewed, their strength returning, for it had only been borrowed to begin with. And in her arms she hold a baby, olive skinned with a mop of dark curls, swaddled in a blanket dark as midnight. ”Come.” The goddess speaks softly, watching with excitement and expectation. ”Come and meet them, bright ones.” 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110