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At the edge of the Fae dominion, six faeries craft sacred dust at every dawn β breathing six virtues across the veil into the mortal world, unseen yet ever felt. The Hill wants for guardians still. Dost thou carry the old knowing? Perhaps thou hast always been one of ours.
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