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"With grief laden heart I await thee dearest husband, encircled by foes of scented rose petals and lily oil, my flesh coated in their ministrations of intrigue. Yet how long shall you see fit to allow them keep of me? Bound to their will, I would surely waste away beneath the waters of our tube till you saw fit to extract me into your arms."
~Sahar Al-Desh, Memoir of an Archmage, Chapter 15.
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