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"translate"
The door was locked. The curtains were drawn. Glinda couldn't risk being found. A single candle illuminated the strange markings in the Grimmerie. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried... Hard, she tried so hard.
The hours slipped by like shadows. Still nothing.
She had fought so long, but still she tried to rip the words apart and find meaning in them. Ruthlessly she pushed on, like her Elphie. But she was nothing like her Elphie.
The language didn't mean anything.
Nonetheless, she kept on. Because if it was the last thing she did, she would keep her promise.