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The night forest is quiet and transparent, the gray gloom envelops the copper trunks of the pines - here, in the north, the summer nights are light and there is no darkness. I go to the Altar - a special stone on which from the most ancient times sacrifices are made to the Elements. I have a ritual white dress with a red belt and ...
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I stand chained to a wall by a spell, in some kind of circular room, most likely a tower. That there should have been caught like that! My dulled vigilance is to blame for everything - after all, I was at a party at an old friend.
We drank there ... oh, a lot of things we drank there! Including ...
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We drank there ... oh, a lot of things we drank there! Including ...
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