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RE: Son of a... Fixed
Okay I'll get back to fiddling with it. Thanks. ;__;
Edited: Fixed I think.
sing riddle You sing 'The night wind beckoned loudly And spoke in threaded tongues A secret burned within her eyes The air trapped in her lungs...' Thiefguy calls upon the Imperial Codex to protect him from your riddle of revelation.
I swear if this doesn't do it, I'll have to destroy the shadow sect.
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