chapter 8

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The dove gave gratitude and said farewell to the old tree, tightly holding the magic fruit in its beak. It then took off and left the rocky mountain. The wind began to blow even stronger, and the dove found itself flying through a storm and hailstones.

But it wanted to get back to the castle as quickly as possible.
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ith a valiant look on its face, the dove spread out its wings.

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