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Healed clans

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LECTURAS 60
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Centaurs are nothing like the stories we were told about them. If anyone knows that, it's me. For so long I have been a part of this clan that I no longer remember my real name. As soon as I stepped inside these broken down walls I became Cherion. Or sraf kachkh, blood sucker (it's a long story) if you're feeling particularly insulting. See, the only reason an elf is alive and living with Centaurs is because I am the one who helped this clan survive when all the other ones died out. I am their only healer and since I can't escape I've grown used to this life. That is until they start taking prisoners from their raids. All of a sudden I don't feel like letting the elven girl sitting in a cell next to my hut become my "family's" next meal.Todos los derechos reservados

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