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| The Dark Lady of Lyn y Cysgodion |
| It was a time beyond the memory of times. The marshes were vast and dark, and the boundaries between earth, sea and sky were less certain than they are today. The Dark Lady was a rumor that haunted the reeds, hovered above the black waters, sank into the deep mud. All was empty and silent, save for the soft whisper of changing currents. For the marshes always were, but it was the Dark Lady who brought them to life . . . |
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