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| He sat upon the rocky mountain slops that he has sworn to defend with his life. From his vantage point overlooking the wide open planes he spies the imposing castle were his enemies reside. Watching and waiting as the sun sets and spills forth its final worm breath of colour at days end. Soon vary soon an army shall spill forth from the castle gates and march upon the highlands. When they come he will be there waiting to defend his home lands. |
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