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Inside half a minute Marjora had become a perfect replica of her mother, Queen Katrine. She appeared as a very pretty woman in her late forties, with light auburn hair piled atop her head and tucked into a bejeweled crown, sagging pale skin, and a slightly portly figure. The woman reeled for a moment, and finally looked at Pheldris, hand on her forehead, and said,
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