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Stumbling upon a prudent scavenger
Trod not another futile step friend, for ye shall find instead, not a hungry mouth to feed, but a baron den and the stench of blood. Knoweth this, I hath witnessed a most dire suffering this night … Faced with great peril she was, for many a merciless predator scan these volatile lands. Endless cries shall fall unheard by a mother afar on a hunt for a brother such as I see in thy jaws In wake of this bitter truth I tell, now I see mine own mournful reflection in thine weeping eyes.
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