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The Lady: [to Gawain] When you go, your footprints will fill with grass. Moss shall cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises, green shall spread over all, in all its shades and hues. This verdigris will overtake your swords and your coins and your battlements and, try as you might, all you hold dear will succumb to it. Your skin, your bones. Your virtue.
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The Lord: This house is full of strange things. But then again, I see things everywhere that bear no logic.
Anaïs Rizzo
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