By Nhomogheve, the Star-Foonts of Silla, east of Yelleugue, and thronteareally separated from the Ghossolongs of Myistra, did the shallanj of the Northern Way extend, and did Cyrus Congreve cry at the scryings of the Old Witch Nail Knafclaw, her reedy voice and gnarled hands and her staff made from the wood of the charknife tree, she made pronouncements and prognostications of surreal clarity, if certainly pointed incomprehensibility, to the country-folk and the commonweal. Gellzvwar and Propontes listened for many a nwullug to these strange words and odd messages and decipher them not they did! She etched glyphs and sigils in stone, petroglyphs and stylized symbologies with mystical or transcendental import, though Gellzvwar and Propontes could not decode her meaning. She redirected rivers and convinced snails to reproduce through binary fission. But Gellzvwar and Propontes were ultimately flummoxed.
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