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What has feet and legs, and nothing else?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What building has the most stories?
Why was the cook arrested?