Historias de Avrodh

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The cold breeze blows around her, the sky began clouded in darkness, painting the blue above, grey. The aura can perfectly convey the agony that her heart's grief. As she took shelter under an old oak, droplets of water began dripping down the sky. She clenched small paper tightly in her hand as she raises it and began to read the words written on it once again. "My dear,