"Whoever gave Morton that medicine is a friend of mine!"
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"One hour of looking at a candle laced with that, the only flames he'll see after that are those of Hell"
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Would it be greater than the Crown of France, a title for which his ancestors had fought so hard?
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As he thought he ought to be, in his own rather conceited and arrogant way.
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The White Rose
Fanfiction"Accursed! Accursed! You shall be accursed even unto the thirteenth generation of your blood!" The White Rose - Edward the Handsome- is as cold and silent, as handsome and unblinking as a statue. He governs his realm with an iron hand, but he cannot...
