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Without a shared breath of history in the air and hue of the rain, stories fade like specters; only the land cradles whispers true. - Elara Finch Without a shared breath of history in the air and hue of the rain, stories fade like specters; only the land cradles whispers true. - Elara Finch Without a shared breath of history in the air and hue of the rain, stories fade like specters; only the land cradles whispers true. - Elara Finch