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| - But it would actually be nice if you could help me with misspellings. Just a little story about a Vilebranch-troll who were sacrificed The queue up to the altar felt very very long, still it all went to fast. His wife, Jatha, had started crying when he told her. He tried to calm her, "Shadra needs her sacrifices ta help us"! He tried to find her among the people watching, No. A sudden scream made him jump and turn around, one of the trolls could not help to scream as the high-priest tore out his still beating heart. It came a gurgling noise from the troll's mouth and blood flowed from the hole on his stomach. The audience shouted and cheered as the body was thrown down from the altar onto all other bodies on the square. He now closed his eyes and listened. He heard the drums steady pace, the people, the birds singing above, he loves the birds. "I will never hear the birds again, neither will i smell roasted bear, or feel my wife's soft skin.", as this suddenly struck him, he started to silently cry. More soon.
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