Ruins of Iberia
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The Farol, at a distance ringing the morning of its slumber, lay at stretched its form – a shadow – to your naked eyes. Beneath it, a mist crouches in, lulling figures past your sides with noises of trouble.
The Farol, at a distance ringing the morning of its slumber, lay at stretched its form – a shadow – to your naked eyes. Beneath it, a mist crouches in, lulling figures past your sides with noises of trouble.