Fate’s breath made visible by the cold and sunlight. That blue eye. How she disappears in a puff of smoke when I say the magic words… Get the Sheep.
Fate’s breath made visible by the cold and sunlight. That blue eye. How she disappears in a puff of smoke when I say the magic words… Get the Sheep.
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