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he stone walls still wore the traces of a forgotten past, the flickering torche

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decor of a human sac

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urvive the pact. If your link is

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common veins running along the

nge warmth invading him from the inside. H

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o nodded,

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he had never wanted to be chained to anyone. And even les

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