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"The rose of memories past is wilting," Avalain murmured. She looked fearfully over the dark horizon; the days were darker than she'd ever daringly imagined. "I fear its death is close at hand now. And if it does die, it will prove that not all things can last forever."

"The rose of memories past is wilting," Avalain murmured. She looked fearfully over the dark horizon; the days were darker than she'd ever daringly imagined. "I fear its death is close at hand now. And if it does die, it will prove that not all things can last forever."