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A group of twenty women filed out of the Tor. Their catwalk was pagan chic as long, tall wispy woman after lithe, statuesque svelte woman glided towards us. They were dressed in flowing robes that showcased their toned thighs. Their feet were sandaled in stylish silver and gold slippers. On their heads were crowns of leaves.
But they gave away their true century with their accessories, including a Rolex watch on one woman and a fitness tracker on another. One had a blue tooth in her ear. Around each of their necks, they wore a bluestone locket.
"Oh, hey," said a brunette with irises that matched the stone at her chest. "I remember you."
I remembered her too. Thalia used to strut down the hallways with Erwen and Ruith back at boarding school. I cringed, waiting for her to call out th
