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To you who read this, I am a stranger now. But the man who sits before me tells me I am of the blood of Amber. This is not what I wished to hear, but it answers so many questions. The only thing is that it changes nothing. I am the guardian of the Seer of Song and I am her daughter. I stride the bleak landscapes and deliver to the querant their revelations.
 
To you who read this, I am a stranger now. But the man who sits before me tells me I am of the blood of Amber. This is not what I wished to hear, but it answers so many questions. The only thing is that it changes nothing. I am the guardian of the Seer of Song and I am her daughter. I stride the bleak landscapes and deliver to the querant their revelations.
  
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If you require my submission i do not know if i can give it.  Taking it by force of arms would be pointless.  I rarely leave this realm.  If you have no vile intentions, then consider us introduced, well met.
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If you require my submission i do not know if i can give it.  Taking it by force of arms would be pointless.  I raley leave this realm.  If you have no vile intentions, then consider us introduced, well met.
  
 
In the dawn of the world there was only the lost woman Evelyn, discarded by her mother, forgotten by her father, and roaming the streets of village after village of a world that had nothing but hovels. I do not know how long she wandered, nor when she first began to have her visions. I know that what mind she may have had was burned irrevocably from her in those early years by the force of augury and the hands of cruel men. There are legends that many sought her out in those days to gain clarity. They joined in the madness that I know so well. Some gained enlightenment, others gained nothing but anger, and a few returned howling mad. She received a thousand hurts and sights that were not always real and scarred her world.
 
In the dawn of the world there was only the lost woman Evelyn, discarded by her mother, forgotten by her father, and roaming the streets of village after village of a world that had nothing but hovels. I do not know how long she wandered, nor when she first began to have her visions. I know that what mind she may have had was burned irrevocably from her in those early years by the force of augury and the hands of cruel men. There are legends that many sought her out in those days to gain clarity. They joined in the madness that I know so well. Some gained enlightenment, others gained nothing but anger, and a few returned howling mad. She received a thousand hurts and sights that were not always real and scarred her world.

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