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THE DUTCHESS OF ELKESEF (GOD'S CASE, NO APPEAL)
JOY SUN
DEDICATION
For Gold.
The Trumpet of Ancient Rattle. That burning storm of no low degree conqured only by the lightning spread. Mate of the Universe. As if thy mighty self now gorches some, head for head, heads off necks - whoever Wills August may die in Bright return. My Parachapter Laughter. Willow over wallows. The Stamp of the Seal of Emperance. The Queen.
DEDICATION
For Gold.
The Trumpet of Ancient Rattle. That burning storm of no low degree conqured only by the lightning spread. Mate of the Universe. As if thy mighty self now gorches some, head for head, heads off necks - whoever Wills August may die in Bright return. My Parachapter Laughter. Willow over wallows. The Stamp of the Seal of Emperance. The Queen.
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THE DUTCHESS OF ELKESEF (GOD`S CASE, NO APPEAL)
THE DUTCHESS OF ELKESEF (GOD`S CASE, NO APPEAL)
