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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

composed. Radan and he had moved to Occitania a long time ago where, it seemed,
even the air breathed the teachings of his mother – a prematurely dead Magdalena.
The Knights Templar met her son with open arms, swearing to do their best to save
and help him.

And the day when Radan felt real threatening danger finally came. It was the
eighth anniversary of the death of Golden Maria and Vesta – Svetodar’s beloved
mother and sister...
– Look, Isidora... – Sever pronounced in a low voice. – I shall show it to you,

if you wish.
A vivid but dreary and living picture opened before my eyes…

Valley of Mages
An importunate drizzly rain profusely sprinkled the sullen and misty mountains
leaving a feeling of uncertainty and sorrow. A dark haze wrapped the nearest castles
in cocoons of fog, converting them into lonely sentinels which guarded the eternal
peace of the valley...
The valley of Magicians sullenly looked at the gloomy picture, remembering the
bright merry days lit by the hot summer sunrays, which made everything around look
even sadder.
A tall and slender young man stood motionless at the entrance of the familiar cave

like a sorrowful stone statue carved by an unknown master from the very stone of the
cave...
I understood that this was the adult Svetodar.

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