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There is a cottage by a disused well, And in it lives a strange and haggard crone, Knock on her door and she will give a tell Of future moments yet to you unknown. No crystal ***** or scattered runic tiles, No divinations of the palm or flame, Her forecasts lie in bodies she defiles, The practice of the necromancer's game.
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Rhiannon The Mystic
There is a cottage by a disused well, And in it lives a strange and haggard crone, Knock on her door and she will give a tell Of future moments yet to you unknown. No crystal ***** or scattered runic tiles, No divinations of the palm or flame, Her forecasts lie in bodies she defiles, The practice of the necromancer's game.
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adam-latham
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
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