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Abasdarhon's Castle

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Felian stopped, momentarily admiring the beauty of the garden. But then, upon closer inspection, he began to notice certain differences from his homeland. Everything was too well-maintained, too artificial, imbued with a certain falseness. Or perhaps he just wanted to believe that?
Reaching the lake, he froze in place, as if forgetting the main purpose of his visit. At least, something in this garden evoked genuine, old memories.
Spreading his wings, Felian flew closer to the fairy. He wondered how she ended up in such a place. Was it an unfortunate coincidence or a deliberate choice?
—Well, hello.
- Hello, handsome)) You're lucky you found me first. I'm the best one here... - the fairy slowly moves closer to Felian.

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Ment
Vykaila thanked the administrator and wished everyone a pleasant day.
Ellisonn wanted to go to the writers' guild (and look for inspiration there). His loyal (and too lazy to decide for himself) companion, Karketus, is going with him.
The froglet and the troll now can choose where and why they want to go.
- Master, sir, Ellisonn, friend, I will go home with you. The cats have made a lot of poop, I didn't have time to clean it up this morning, I need to clean it, it smells bad. And it's time to pet their fur, they are fluffy. Is that okay, sir, friend, Ellisonn?
Troned goes to the academy library.

When the minotaur and the elf arrived at the writers' guild, they found only charred remains of the building. And also a large number of flowers at the place that used to be the door.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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