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Being cut from the surface rock by wind long ago, the first ogre of Eorthe lived in loneliness.
Watching seed spring to sapling to stretch ever up and ever more numerous, the ogre planted the pebbles that hummed in their strange stoney song into nests of soil.
Day after day the ogre would venture out across moorland and beach, listening to stone song and gathering up kin.Night after night the ogre would curl about their nursery, dreaming of their coming companions.
One night, the dreams passed from ogre to stone and a whole generation awoke. But the first did not.

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