Before the Innocent III There was another family. They too could see, how though Salivon could never figure out. It consumed him, his every thought, his every motive. He had met one, a child who had run out of the home. It was strictly forbidden to do so; they feared anyone knowing, anyone figuring it out and they had good reason to be afraid. Looking at him, he saw the little things his parents did, taking advantage of the society, its people. They could see something, but what? Pacing back and forth in his dark study, his blue wings swept the floor clean in his path which repeated almost endlessly into the nights. HeBefore the Innocent III
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The pigeon feeds from the devil's hand.
Na razie nie mam się jak odwdzięczyć, ale niedługo jak coś sie pojawi..
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