In the 18th year of my exile, I fell in love with a Brabian woman who was neither wholesome nor pleasant but who evinced in me a kind of dread. I had been so long without romance that it seemed my potential for it was waning, and even though I secretly felt I deserved better, it seemed her sudden appearance in the bleak halls of my life was a sign and t…
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