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“The world stood - watchful, whispering, wonderful - counting down the minutes to the end of something frayed and worn at the edges, and to the start of something woven with promise and hope. The old unravelling into the new, when another year was safely tucked into the warm folds of memory”

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Book:Feathertide
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