The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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21/12/2016 0 Comments In Darkest Night The days were now nearing their shortest. Less light, less warmth. More darkness. It was always a tricky time for his peoples, for when darkness is late to leave and early to return, what work can be done in between? The land was cold to her core and with no light and warmth, nothing would grow. Still once the winter solstice passes the land would warm anew and the cycle begin again. This he knew for he had carried the knowledge to this land upon the ships of old.
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