Epigraph
Hush now, my little one, the Veil runs deep,
It hums through the dark, it hums through your sleep.
No roads to follow, no stars to see,
Only wings.
Soft through the mist, swift through the gray,
The ones who fly don’t lose their way.
"Songs of the River-Veil," a traditional Selencian cradlesong
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