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"I never have been one for nicknames." The Voice replied suddenly appearing atop the shrine. She sat legs crossed and arms neatly folded in her lap as she gazed down at Amun, the electric roots of the pseudo-trees bursting with white-blue pulses that matched the blinking of her eyes. "What is it you need, my bright one?" |
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