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—The second-born, Fjorna. I laid her to rest in the shrine dedicated to the things she grew up dreaming about. Dragons. Whenever we visited the springs at Wittestadr, Fjorna would insist that we stop at the nearby ruins to pay our respects to the fabled creatures. She said she could sense their presence. She'd run off to the same spot every time. A clearing behind a strange, curved slab of stone. She liked that spot. I hope she'll be at peace there.
If only her mother—