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*The Prophecy of the North Star* Lights go out, a dozen and one. In the East it starts. A Wheel of Darkness forms. At the Heart of the Mountain it ends. The last light joining the Dark, my own.
*The Prophecy of the North Star* Lights go out, a dozen and one. In the East it starts. A Wheel of Darkness forms. At the Heart of the Mountain it ends. The last light joining the Dark, my own.