The Paladin's Creed:Bk.1: Kingdoms Keep
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Thus the Legend says that to those of magic whom hear... Heareth you whom cross our paths will cross the line ye no one else can become numb to the beyond.... The truth be known him for a bit and then some give me some money for the novelties sold. Or go by the Paladin's creed unity of the most part. I'm sorry working out for supper tonight and tomorrow night for those in need of me. Those are the way at best friend find love in the morning. Original plan for new actually, it is a book series in which I am so excited to see actually get published. But this is the spin off the actual work for when I write so. These characters will be introduced to you later in other fanfic.
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