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The Song Birds' Castle
I had the littlest idea about where we were going, and yet, I still followed Gabriel. This better not be a prank.
We were walking for ages. I thought we were going to the river-lake, but we just passed through its natural magnificence. We then entered the Adan forest, but there was nothing here to see, so I guessed our destination was further the path.
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