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I on the black shores of Thulië come,
Where life and light have long been gone.
Under pale mist the city lies,
And barren lands and empty skies.
No more king yet still a throne,
Of stone and ash, and glass and bone.
In ruins of old my fate awaits,
If ever I dare to pass the gates.
Of what I find no tale will tell,
In Thulië, where shadows dwell.
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