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"Let me in the palace!" The poor penniless old hag commanded as to her child followed her track with me being dragged in the hair while staggering to walk beside her. Cause I dont want to lose my precious hair and be bald feom the brute rough fingers that gave no mercy
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"Why should we?" The guard pestered her more cause he had plans of his own before bringing me to what ever guy was in that majestic detained decorative dragon door knocker interlaced with a golden ring in it mouth instead of a door bell. So old fashioned. The gates were a striking vermilion color with other convoluted motifs and carvings of grotesque gorgles. It was very appealing to the eyes I always admire the architecture of things. I stare and give respect to the one who had the mind to capture and preserve the culture of lore and appreciate their traditions is really something worth mentioning.
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"I brought her for him. he wants her." the old woman replied
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Then give her to us. " the guard persisted said
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No the old woman said
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I have a family to feed
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What of it
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Then my shadow grew larger I dared not to look back
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Shocked guards immediately bowed
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