You trod around this dusty desert town, sand blowing into your face like shards of glass, your nephew still upon your back, his aura troubling you tremendously. Wandering about you hear a low voice from an alley. "Thou hath come to speak with I?" Yunus steps forward, his eyes full of curiosity.
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3Jonah The Bitter
21/03/2025
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21/03/2025