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“Hear me, son. I loved you when you were born. I loved you when I wept in the Deeps of Throg. I loved you even as you sang the song that broke you. And I love you now in the glory of your humility. You're more fit to be the king than I ever was. Do you understand?”

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The Monster in the Hollows

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Andrew Peterson
Andrew Peterson

Andrew Peterson, born on June 4, 1974, is an accomplished singer-songwriter from the United States. His musical style blends folk, rock, and gospel elements, winning him a dedicated fan base. Known for his emotive voice and poignant lyrics, Peterson's work often delves into themes of life, faith, and the beauty of nature. more

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