"Maybe you should stop looking and just make something new then," Thal offered in all of his simplistic, entirely unasked for wisdom. His ears flitted about as they moved, and he did his best to keep their pace brisk.
"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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