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Kaspar Stieler: Geharnschte Venus
The air was nebulous. The elf shivered in the morning. A weather moved on, she suspected. Outside the gates, where the Wildermuth's blood soaked the ground, they wanted to meet the messengers of their people. They swelled the nostrils and smell the forest. Wicker Park she rubbed her cheek against the bark of old oak. Deceitfully as a hand reached into her thigh. "The Cross", it whispered in her ear and she recognized the voice of the king. "You yourself ..." With his teeth, he bit through the chain on her neck. The mark slipped down between her breasts. "Crowed three times already on the roof of the tin rooster. Return the changeling out. "He dug deeper into her flesh. "Waide me ..." You could smell the musty tree moss, and awaited the event. "My son." "You know the word." Exposed, they knew their lives were nervous in front of him. "Comes along ...." A thunderstorm wind tore down the last sprouting grass.
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