"Suffer me to rest my weary bones under the open sky for a time," the Elder replied with some humor, shuffling forward before very slowly beginning the painful effort to lower herself to the ground, near the fire.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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