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It is a shame you plan to go home after the summer. With just one more year you could become a tutor. Catβs-eye green would become you, Miri of Mount Eskel.β βJust one more year?β she asked. He nodded. βOr stay two years, don the honey-drop robes, and become the first historian of Mount Eskel. You have a keen mind. One day you could wear ravenβs head.β She
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