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I never thought of would get sick of this place. The Black Order, my home. But now as I sit by the window in the library I long to leave the grey walls behind, to see the world for all its beauty, to feel the sun's rays against my Pale skin. To feel the calming breeze run its soft fingers against my skin. As I look out the window I remember…
