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2-18-2010 @ 12:23AM
The lustrous sheen of pale, grey nothing; alone. Above the calm of present boughs, I looked upon the lifeless root. It was here I found my father; true. Stinking flesh and bellowed breathe, he gave to me his leather vest. I travelled home to wait on him, my brother James is wearing thin. by ChaffI know about this story. I sat by the lake to contemplate the thought of his returnI'm sure there is somebody in Lordaeron who knows the truth of all this. The orcs had come for wood.
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