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Все же, наверное, хорошо, что Гилморн вылетел. Запинали бы его мужики. А мне его жалко...
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Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids
Were all consumed. Now silent are those courts
Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades
And no feet pass beneath their broken ports (c) Summoning
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