Prologue

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The rosebush shall bloom once again

Fruitful with a child,

Born on the eve of the summer solstice

She shall have the gift of life


There will come a time when Death must be defied

And she shall be the herald

A child fated to die thrice, must be saved by her hand

An eye for an eye, a breath for a breath.

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