Rivers of black snake down from the cliffs, cutting their paths through the sand, as the rain floods the valley. Inside the cave, Helen is oblivious to the weather, caught up in her spell, the elves and the trolls gathered about in the cave, the faces of the past projected with the cave. She sees the sun, and enchants the words. Outside the clouds fracture and a ray of light slices into the world.

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