Happy Life
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Barely opening his eyes, yawning, and stretching languidly, Ghenza gets out of his ordinary bed, unaware that in just ten years, or even sooner, such morning awakenings will be accompanied by aches in his failing body.
Muttering something unpleasant as he puts on his clothes, he shuffles to the door and looks through the peephole.
Muttering something unpleasant as he puts on his clothes, he shuffles to the door and looks through the peephole.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
