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In the time before the end of our world, we knew what the battles were about. And when (for a time) there was peace in our lands, we reveled in it and shared songs and stories and games with those who were almost our brothers. Such is the pale recall of the bards, and so say the songs that survive from those times, few as they are.
In the time since the world ended, we know only that most of our battles are revenge for murder. Aye, it is good enough motive for war, for most. And if the truth be spoken plainly, we are a people born of war, and for it, and now we are cursed by it. The ending of the world stole from us not only the peace in life we had held so dear, but the peace of death and the pyre as well.
Time after time, we return. Time after time, we remember.
But the truly cursed among us are those who cannot forget.
Excerpt from The Harpist's Preamble
The Aleath Cycle:Book One
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