Il principe di questo mondo
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MatureComplete Sat, Apr 11, 202016m
1209. Durante la crociata albigese, il comandante francese Arimanno non riesce ad espugnare la città catara di Locra per mancanza di armi d'assedio. Gli uomini che invia alla raccolta del legname nella foresta vicina vengono ritrovati con ferite orripilanti, che parlano con voce propria come fauci mostruose. "Il principe di questo mondo ti chiama" mormorano i corpi dilaniati.
Per porre fine alla battaglia, ad Arimanno non resta altro che rispondere all'invito.
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