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all is dark, blood and smoke and battle: the princess, where the flickering candlelight cast shadows that danced across the stone walls, a sense of unease hung heavy in the air. The princess, dressed in a quick white cotton agent provocateur set, stood by the open window, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. As she gazed out into the moonlit courtyard , she has to fight for her life

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