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The Promenading Knight
Gabriel
I did not look back.
I gone on, and waited for a plea to stay with her, but I did not hear her voice. I expected it though, she was Mathilda after all, and she was strong enough to slay her own battles.
As I let myself be further away from her which I oddly dreaded,
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