With a chuckle and a shrug, Mitron turned to make for the Macarenses Angle. Loghrif offered some parting pleasantries before jogging to catch up.
"So, Mitron. What shall we do this evening?"
"Exactly what we discussed earlier─at length. Ever the forgetful one, aren't you..."
Unchanging in their dynamic, be it in labor or leisure.[...]Neighboring realms inextricably linked, and as the waves were forever drawn to the shore, so too were the pair inseparable.
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