i quietly chew a bite of meat and stare off into the distance, thinking about what to get my children for Christmas. we've never celebrated it before, but one orc in particular, Glúg, heard about it and wanted to try. i look over at you, my prisoner, and tilt my head i have a question. i lean back in my throne of bones What would you get your children for...Christmas? i say this in a quite voice, thinking deeply. It is my job....as a father...to ensure they have a...merry....Christmas.
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14/12/2024