This night, is the night of the Knights Defeat. His sword was to sharp for his own good. Now he lies cold and shaking in the wilderness. It's a sad story. The horse tried to keep me from attack, but there are times, when war is upon us, that the shed of red is acceptable. An endless endeavor to the world unknown. A cracked blade cut and took
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I can't wait till our wednesday adventure.
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