Wistrit
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- Let's go. - Khorus replied to the young mage's wonderful suggestion, his usual hoarseness amplified by notes of disgust due to the stench emanating from the abomination. Somewhere in the distance, birds were chirping, and the sun wasn't shining too brightly... it would be a good evening... interesting places...
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made