The golden Age

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Yanamor

Yanamor, where green gars blooms on the expanses and the farmer greets every Nachtmahr, where black fog covers the land and the prince's son hides where bastards move through the shadows and pour out the Nachtmahr, get drunk and feast, yes that's what the great choir sings, on the vastness of Yanamor.
- King Jaherys ||

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