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Paul was the fourth to appear, Wielding a pole-arm he'd made from, Fallen spears modified to remove, Deceit from naked steel, given new clothes, Of black and red. Traveled four nights and sixteen hours, To Sharin's trust, a place inhabited by craftsmen, Blacksmiths of good report. Fashioned him a weapon of last resort.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
Silence of Song part 69
Paul was the fourth to appear, Wielding a pole-arm he'd made from, Fallen spears modified to remove, Deceit from naked steel, given new clothes, Of black and red. Traveled four nights and sixteen hours, To Sharin's trust, a place inhabited by craftsmen, Blacksmiths of good report. Fashioned him a weapon of last resort.
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Apr 5, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
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