From Olar, Han Shepard, They say you're alive. That you cheated death. That sending you this isn't just a pointless exercise as part of my therapy. They say a lot of things.
And if thou wouldst aid me for the sake of sworn friendship, promise me only this—take my place, as once you took the place of my longfather William.
They protected themselves from the small parasites with a fine wire mesh.
The Gummy Larch-Tree, and the Thapsos there, Wound-wort and Maiden-weed, perfume the Air.
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