The master of the sword
„My dear Sylve, tomorrow I will die to raise you, or I will be cowardly and I will let you be who you are and until now, I will fight as a village to save you to raise you, or you will die on your own among others , getting older, but hopefully I'll get rid of you!
It was so slowly, the clouds foreshadowed a rain and it all ended with just a few lights on the balconies easter and more famous for sculpture and art, the house turned off its lights early, and when night fell softly over the houses, in the natural pavilion made of ivy and vines, a barely heard fall was heard on the cracked stones and a few promising words were extinguished in the power of the night
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