Entry 29 - 17th of Rain's Hand, 4E 191

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        I love the laughter, dearest Night Mother, but still I long to hear your voice. It's not too late! Speak to me, my mother! Speak to me, that I may set things right! I can save the Sanctuary, I can save the Brotherhood!

        You can have the laughter! Take it back! An exchange, then? The laughter for your voice?

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