Vincent
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1In the quiet of his perfect garden, the knight walked among his beautiful roses, always checking for any flaws. These roses were his pride and joy, showing his endless quest for perfection. He was known for being very strict about this, and even a small mistake made him very angry.
That night, as he took care of his flowers, he noticed something unusual. His heart raced as he saw a girl lying among the roses. Fury filled him. As he approached her he stared at her, stunned. The anger and the blade in his hand were forgotten. Kneeling beside her, he carefully touched her skin, expecting to find a flaw that would justify his rage. But her skin was smooth and perfect, without a single blemish.
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