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Sailor's log,Murraham Cumartesi, 918 AH The koboudan bellows as wave upon wave break upon the helm, drenching him and the crew in frigid arctic waters..
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My sweet baby girl, how your face is so hardStoic and callousedWreathed in DigitalisUnflinching in your masonry garbHow your sweet bones now are dryin..
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