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Eiron nudged her playfully, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Have you missed us, old friend?" he asked, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. She laughed, a low, musical sound that seemed to dance in the air. "More than words can say, Eiron. It feels like lifetimes have passed since we last shared a drink or raced through the fields together."
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