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From: | Curtis Kaneshiro |
Subject: | Re: your AMBtElN |
Date: | Wed, 10 May 2006 15:27:29 -0700 |
Hi
P C L V V A X r I e A I m a o A v L A b n z L i I G i a a I t U R e x c S ra M A n had a dread of the water where the dragon lay. He would never again return to his golden bed, but was stretched cold as stone, twisted upon the floor of the shallows. There for ages his huge bones could be seen in calm weather amid the ruined piles of the old town. But few dared to cross the cursed spot, and none dared to dive into the shivering water or recover the precious stones that fell from his rotting carcass. But |
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