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- "Yes."
- "Who are you, then?" I asked the girl. She looked up at me with swollen, frightened eyes, and began to puff with sobs. Her river-blue eyes scrunched up, and she buried her face in the threadbare knees of her frock, cowering away from me.
- In the far, far north, where the ground is forever besnowed and the sea-ice lays so thick that men may build houses upon it, there lies a great palace of silver-blue ice. It has no name that men speak, though some say that long ago it held as many titles as there are dreams. Its walls are the height of mountains, and the width of the great, slow Canfeld, measured one bank to another.
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