Pendulous fruit hung heavily from its branches, bending them nearly to the ground. “You’re late!” she whispered. As he looked though the pages he took up a quill and started makingnotes. He regarded them closely.
He looked at Jessamay. The blade of his sword glowed with the azure hue of the craft. Pulling his duster closer, Xanthus waited. As he tried desperately to keep the Tammerland steady, a terrible realization overtook the FirstWizard.
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