From pious holds we drew our mantles. Adorned in colors of long lost splendor. Now only a dulled whisper, echoing ceaseless and reverent in the hallowed halls of Her glory
From pious holds we drew our mantles. Adorned in colors of long lost splendor. Now only a dulled whisper, echoing ceaseless and reverent in the hallowed halls of Her glory
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