Epigraph

Lie down, little one, and close your eyes,

The Veil winds call with ancient sighs.

They thread through bone, through breath, through flame,

And bind all souls with secret names.

So fear no dark, nor death’s domain,

No whispered curse, no creeping pain?—

For though you sleep in shadowed light,

The Veil will claim you.

And hold you tight.

"Songs of the River-Veil," a traditional Selencian cradlesong

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