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1526, Spain
Forest filled with green

Noīd
Loits
Vōlu
Arbus

My dearest brother Nickoli remember the forest that we once went to when we were little? Remember how it called to us in the dark of the night? I remember I remember it all. After all how could I forget the place where you lost your life and I a brother.

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