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"The Woe of the Fountain Faerie" by destervetha
It was a quiet evening in Faerieland. The sun was just sinking beneath the rim of the great clouds forming the base for the enormous city, tingeing everything a deep and soothing shade of violet. A warm breeze sang through the spires of the Faerie City, kicking up languorous wisps of cloud...

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