Thalia's Ashen Fate
"I found it!"
He rushed to my side and knelt, his touch gentle, almost reverent, as he brushed away the grass. His fingers traced faint, elegant carvings. "It's Old Elven," he breathed, a note of awe in his voice. He looked up at me, then back to the stone, and spoke two words, clear and resonant in the twilight air: "Shniela triasdrea."
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