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... never went into town, preferring instead to sit on the swing Darlae made for him. He could watch the town from the top of the hill, under the branches of the rilion tree and its big, fleshy leaves.
How Darlae managed to find fifty meters of rope for the swing, he didn't know, but he remembered being scared for her as she climbed high enough to secure the swing.
The spot was perfect for Kir, who had grown into a rather quiet boy, to sort out and try to process his thoughts and me ...
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