“death had come close enough to her to brush her with its wingtips, and she wasn't going to die as she was, a minor minstrel for a lesser noble. no, she was going to make her name, was going to witness some great event and make a song about it that would be sung down the years. then she'd be immortal, remembered as long as her song was sung.”
— Nov 26, 2024 05:40AM
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