Royal
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Alice Vandrefalk
Den hede varme lå som et tæppe over den lille landsby i bunden af Grønnedalen. Folket var tidligt ude af sengene for at nå dagens pligter før det blev for sent og varmen ville gøre det svært. Det var en sjælden sommervarme og de gamle hviskede om ændringer som de yngre blot rystede på hovedet
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The Prince
Skrevet: april 2022 “Come on!” the girl laughed as he pushed through the undergrowth of the forest. Her giggles were like bells chiming in sympohony. Eric followed the voice, certain that he knew it, that he trusted it. A branch snapped under his boot and he looked down. The white tunic was covered in black