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| Description | That was a time of peace, when the campaigns of the Belyi Tsar had passed into legend and the turbulence of succession had faded into stories written in books; yet the fae, who had never known the days of old, yearned to restore that ancient glory. Their leaden dreams were stained with countless drops of blood, yet the dreamer remained convinced that it was a necessary path to pave the way for glory. But at the end of the road, there was no glory such as she craved, no age of old as she had dreamed—there was only the blood that drowned her: cold, filth-ridden, and faded. |
Clear troll. Guys don't be stupid enough to give him a proper response like he wants. HE wants you ...