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[ironhand]

                There sits upon the end of a path a great stone pillar, shaped in the likeness of a young woman who faces toward the shores, to one’s left as one views the setting sun.  Her features have an elfin cast to them, and though there is beauty in the casting, the sculptor who made the piece was surely a master, for in her expression and

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[elsewhere7]

So, can we call it the sword of Kas, ‘zron?

The pun. It BURNS! ;D

[ironhand]

As well it should.