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The sun rising in the east shone through the window, casting a hazy glow on the black-haired elf sitting cross-legged on the floor. His grace was a radiant sight to behold, and the picture he painted was beautiful in a mysterious way.
Wayne was working toward his minor goal to communicate with nature. His repeated failures had not doused his enthusiasm, but instead pushed him to try harder.
Oh, I’m not gonna believe that it won’t work!
When one had failed too m ...
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