Happy Life
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His eyes, as usual, remained closed. With difficulty, Rotterdam pried his eyelids open, crusted with pus, and tried to say something, but couldn't utter a sound – a morning cough, an old acquaintance, was trying to break free.
- Well? What? What is it? What do you need? Speak! What is it? - he gasped, raising his hands to the sky and addressing the raven.
- Well? What? What is it? What do you need? Speak! What is it? - he gasped, raising his hands to the sky and addressing the raven.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
