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... ing into dust, "That the fifth floors have become suuupeeer boring?"
"You can say that but that does not make it true." John sighed at his wind elemental and looked around. They were in the heart of a great labyrinth of sandstone. The sun was shining down on them with merciless rays. John finally gave into the urge to sit down in the shade cast by one of the walls. An urge that had gone repressed until then.
The reason for this was quite simple: This was the fifth floor of the Wa ...
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