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A simple phrase of gratitude, spoken during harvests, weddings and births: Our plenty comes from Uldar.
For thousands of years, the phrase was spoken in churches, fields, and by hearths. Every Sigmus. Every harvest moon.
Our plenty comes from Uldar.
Those words were ingrained in the very stones of Thameland, and spoken even as the language of the land transformed, influenced by its peoples contact with those beyond the sea.
But time is a powerful thing andwith ...
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