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When Finn had woken with a start and a parched throat, Nanna had cried with relief and fetched others. The village’s mayor, a woman with hair like golden waves, explained to him in no unclear words that it’d been the will of the gods that he’d survived the journey to Fiana. Silently, he’d thought that Prince Lief surviving all these year on the run was far more miraculous.