It was on a dusky spring evening, just as the first stars began to blink into the twilight sky above the kin-house, that the Company of the East Road gathered once more. The trees around the hall rustled with a gentle wind, and lanterns flickered in warm tones of gold and amber. Word had gone out from Mervedis—not in haste, but with firm intent. It was time, she said, to speak of what was, and what could be again.
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