Out of the dark, out of the delicate mist, the lady rose up. Torch held high,...

Out of the dark, out of the delicate mist, the lady rose up. Torch held high, face serene and somehow kind. Lights glowed in her, around her, charging her with brilliance, with purpose. And how many, Eve thought, had seen that welcome, that promise, when they'd crossed an ocean to a new world? A new life? How

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