SANGUINE
- MGA BUMASA 99
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- Mga Parte 1
WE DO NOT SHED BLOOD ENTICED WITH GOLD.
WE DO NOT SHED TEARS THAT GLISTEN IN THE EYES OF LIGHT.
WE ARE MORTAL BEINGS, AND THE BLOOD WE SPILL IS BOUND TO BRING OUR OWN THUNDER.
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