Neither fit or hale, neither young or frail, can themselves stay still when the melody reaches their ears.
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Seeking the Song of Songs, Part 1
After the cataclysm, I wept tears of sorrow. I knew I would never get to hear the song of songs, secret and beautiful, kept by the wisest of the old gods. But when I heard a troll laying his soul bare on the streets of Helsinki, the notes from his violin spiriting me down a path of transcendence, suddenly I knew the song was still alive.
<i>Lore submitted by Merlin</i>
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