Vindicta
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Last published Sat, Sep 10, 2022
in the land far away, Land named Maine, where the legend of 10,000 years war between N'wes and Wers held. of course it's just a legend because I don't actually believe any of that, but it does make for an interesting story.
The legend has been passed down through centuries by word of mouth over the many generations, and is a legend mosty known by elders.
as the time passed by , legends spread to become tales that were written down in old books and told by storytellers. these traditions have long since faded from memory.
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