The bard sat in her accustomed place, at the edge of the great marble staircase. Many considered her to be a fixture of the ancient necropolis, as much as the great stone lions that some forgotten monarch had placed at its gates. She had been there long enough to acquire a myriad of legends-- that she never spoke, but made her desires known in
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...on the other hand, setting out to confuse the reader isn't a terribly helpful approach. Sorry about that.
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