[ there's the slightest cant of his head as he considers this. he's heard of worse curses than spitting falsehoods: after all, the flower responsible for his predicament won't live forever.
and color? somnus doesn't have the answer to that yet, but the piece of paper he glimpsed down in the well could. ]
The letter points me to a district by the name of Bluo.
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and color? somnus doesn't have the answer to that yet, but the piece of paper he glimpsed down in the well could. ]
The letter points me to a district by the name of Bluo.