"Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield" — Alfred Lord Tennyson
I got up and then was in front of a woman in a black cloak, taller than any one I ever saw,Her eyes were red, with a hue I have never known before. I tried to run away but I couldn't.She grinned, She began to speak
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