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... rest. Now a mere silent ruin. Hearts filled with anger, sorrow and burning rage.
Claire, sitting on her mount with a valiant silver plate of mail armour with matching gauntlets and high boots. Her walking posture since this morning was strange, rather between her legs seemed injured. Many elves gave a wry smile, having to endure the sounds of her loud squeals that spread from the male camp towards the female.
Her look seemed forlorn. She felt something was wrong. How could the hu ...
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