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It is a quiet evening, the air still warm with the heat of the day despite the cool breeze blowing over the lake.
And into that quiet steps a tawny-furred figure, mane limned in gold by the fading sunlight.
The Lion is here.
He has always been here.
Some, however, will not be. And it is one such daughter of Eve that Aslan is waiting for now.
And into that quiet steps a tawny-furred figure, mane limned in gold by the fading sunlight.
The Lion is here.
He has always been here.
Some, however, will not be. And it is one such daughter of Eve that Aslan is waiting for now.