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Sylvester Archipelago

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The dark elf follows the instructions.
Sarrael successfully boards the ship, emerging from the shadow of the central mast. Maarin stood on the captain's bridge, looking through his spyglass towards the island.
- My boats are sailing, those fools on the shore... who is in my boats? - he muttered to himself.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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