Arboretum | 6:49 PM | First Day

Her scepter was very similar to mine, with an inverted ankh at its head. But it was longer, golden instead of silver, and the symbol was crowned with a metallic laurel - all symbols of her higher status, in different regards, with one exception that was purely personal choice. Embedded at the top of the shaft was a diamond of near-black metal: False iron.

She spoke, quietly and slowly, but with precision.

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