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Raven and Gold
They stood on the high walls of the city watching the river glitter under the sunlit sky. Differing in more ways than one and alike in just as many, they stood as one.
He spoke in soft, measured tones and she listened. He spoke to her of things she had stopped dreaming of many years ago. And he spoke with happiness, or so she liked to think later. For she heard in his words the promise of life, of hope, and of joy.
He spoke to her of a garden they would build in a fair land across the river.