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As the sun sets past the horizon of Tuliyollal, a young Hhetsarro man looks out atop the Pinion’s Reach, gazing pensively at his birthplace. “…and there, a library, not unlike that of the Great Gubal’s,” he mutters to himself.
As the sun sets past the horizon of Tuliyollal, a young Hhetsarro man looks out atop the Pinion’s Reach, gazing pensively at his birthplace. “…and there, a library, not unlike that of the Great Gubal’s,” he mutters to himself.