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From: | Birgit Wolfinger |
Subject: | [Akii-users] gexuv good |
Date: | Thu, 22 Jun 2006 04:48:37 -0700 |
Hi
songs of mirth to come had been sung about the dwarves. Now men cursed their names. The Master himself was turning to his great gilded boat, hoping to row away in the confusion and save himself. Soon all the town would be deserted and burned down to the surface of the lake. That was the dragons hope. They could all get into boats for all he cared. There he could have fine sport hunting them, or they could stop till they |
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