The elf’s face was carefully composed, but anger burned in his eyes, and his jaw was set. 0 1 0

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It took a moment for him to nd his voice. 0 1 0

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Those assembled roared with delight, as Arthas knew they would. 0 1 0

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It was a peasant ritual, sprung up from time immemorial. 0 1 0

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“It is exciting when you are young, to travel for days on horseback and sleep under the stars,” he told Arthas. 0 1 0

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The year unfolded largely without incident. 0 1 0

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sleeping form was the cool blue- white of moonlight, Arthas still lay awake, running his ngers along the curves of her body and alternately wondering where this would all lead and feeling content to simply be in the moment.He had not tossed in a branch to the wicker man re, because he had nothing he wished to be rid of. 0 1 0

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