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King Killian inquired:
I hear the multitude of soldiers before me,
I feel the shaking of the ground,
The birds all have flown away,
The dogs of war brush against my legs.
In this moment of peace, I turn to you,
My trusted seer, dear Parris, and ask,
How do my rugged, restless men align,
Against the fay forces with their inner sight?
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