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The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foes attack.
What get's more wet while it dries?
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
What kind of room doesn't have physical walls?
The land was white the seed was black. It'll take a good scholar to riddle me that.
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?