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Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeHe spent much of the remaining week going through his possessions and having them sent to the dock, to where Sigrid had arranged a ship for him. He was pleased with the ship, a mighty vessel made in the modern way, with generous holds, and passenger cabins to make travelling more pleasant. The captain insisted that he take the captain’s cabin, but Thaelen refused.“It would be a waste of effort for you to vacate the cabin, it is a one-way trip for me,” he told the captain, and saw that the man had suspected as such from the expression of sadness on his face. “But I thank you for the offer.”There had been no sign of Harithen in Concordia, and no report of him from the towers on the mountains. Thaelen considered travelling into Greibron in search of the prince, but he did not know where Harithen would have gone, where his allies were located, and the search would have been fruitless and dangerous as Thaelen was too recognizable.Hope was all that h
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