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Worn By: Byr Worn out through the mountains; Dalaran sat in this basin. A sanctuary for human mortality, a temple to their "achievements" It grew, and I grew with it. (and with that great secret, hidden through the aristocracy, grew with me) Returning now, the mountains still stand. But a tumour still remains. Carcenagenic, it remains as a graveyard. And through the earth starts new growth. |
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