You hardly have the time to comprihend your hangover before you feel to harsh arrival of silver digging deep into your neck. After that, you feel yourself drifting back to sleep, until you feel the warm embrace of the sun touch your face. Fasha: Do not be afraid, for I, never intended ill will to meet you. My misguided followers would've never done what they did if my words could reach them... Despite my failure, I do wish you will grant me the luxury of exchanging words.
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