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Master of the Secret Fire
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As the chill of the wind rattles my flesh, I wish for a warm pub and fireside to tell stories of old with friends near. I wish for a tall ale to slowly sip listening to those around me singing in old norse.
[ September 21, 2002: Message edited by: Beren87 ] |
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