The Aura. Yes, she was chosen and I can declare she was not harmed, not a strand of her hair. The aura around her was something to see I touched it quite gently and it came-to me. The ring on her finger was solid and gold. I felt its possession so holy and cold So that was alright, there was no need... Sign in to see full entry.
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