The sun is rising. King Richard looks around the ruins,
walking slowly he turns hearing a sound. A hawk, in
difficulty lands at his feet. A note is secured at its less
bloody talon: clearly it had forced blood from some creature
in its mission. It said-"
The Land will have purpose in defence of its Clans. The King
shall bring happiness back to this land".
This is the way foetus & all! I wanna be there, but it's waiting, that hurts. We won't do anything wrong. Promise!
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From: astronutter@virginmedia.com
Date: 17 March 2017 at 20:09:19 GMT
To: "a-N-@vm.com" <astronutter@virginmedia.com>
Subject: Camelot
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