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"Who among us will remain next year? Drunk, I clutch the cornus and gaze." A plant averse to foreign soil, thr…

"Who among us will remain next year? Drunk, I clutch the cornus and gaze." A plant averse to foreign soil, thriving only in Roaring Sands' barren earth.

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"Who among us will remain next year? Drunk, I clutch the cornus and gaze." A plant averse … | Where Winds Meet Database