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| Well, anyway, this place is nice & dark & foreboding. Perfect setting for a heroine like myself to become a hapless victim. Well, that ain't happening to ME. No SIR. | |
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| Let's see, you'd be the inhabitant of this mountain who rips living flesh from bone & inspires more fear than death itself, yes? And me without my sacred pentacle. | |
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