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| She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning, her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind. I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking, and destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win. Ahahaaahaahah, ahahaaahahaha ! She asked me name my foe then. I said the need within some men to fight and kill their brothers without thought of men or god. And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies, so eager was my passion to devour this waste of life. But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals, ... читать далее | ||
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