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It was full springtime, with promise of the richest summer the farm had ever seen. The ochard was white with fragrant blossoms; the newly planted fields lay light with green mist. Yet the sights and scents gave Taran little joy. To him, Caer Dallben was empty.
— Taran Wanderer
 (other)
by Lloyd Alexander
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| Language: | English |
| Submitted by: | Taran |
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