it was a dark night. the storm was viscous outside the picture window in Sara's kitchen. Sarnea tried calling on the phone. "hello, uncle are you there?"
"my dear Sara is it storming where you are?" an elderly.ancient male voice replied worried about is first grandchild, "grandpa,don't worry I am not hurt"" not that creature that was over you the last time you came to the coven ? "Sara chuckled at him quietly. "Lord Riggens wasn't so bad but I do not want to marry him" A deep chuckle resinated thru the phone.
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