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... ding, black fog churned and condensed, dyeing the body of the Night of Wallachia completely black. A voice, long since driven mad, emanated from the twisted black fog, ancient and insane, resembling some mysterious incantation.
"The flower of the soul, brilliant yet withered. The honey in the vessel, extolling its rotten maturity. Without exception, all are allocated."
"Alas! This is a priceless omen. The barbarian brain is transformed, the masses agree, this has been so for a th ...
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