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Quarrynya - the Beginning.
The little girl-child, wrapped in robes of cloth of silver, was carried gingerly into the chamber by the wet-nurse, and placed into her mother's arms. Two emerald eyes peered out at the prophetess behind long dark lashes. Lovingly, the new mother, barely older than a child herself, pushed back the cloth. Born with the sight, her daughter, less than two hours old, was fully cognitive of her surroundings. The babe's long, raven colored hair fell in ringlets, already brushing her shoulders. And there, just below her shoulder blade, was the mark the mother sou...
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