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Elizabeth, the sphinx with her winged crown, speaking in riddles that everyone brushes off, she feels like she doesn't belong in this world. There's only one who's ever answered her
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Elizabeth, the sphinx with her winged crown, speaking in riddles that everyone brushes off, she feels like she doesn't belong in this world. There's only one who's ever answered her
no. I am a poor little peasant living just after the advent of the printing press. I have five books at most and I will reread them so much they will know the death of the author was caused by me
no. I am a poor little peasant living just after the advent of the printing press. I have five books at most and I will reread them so much they will know the death of the author was caused by me