Lion Head Mesa creeps in its petty pace from day to day
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all the Red Land slumbered beneath the quiet of winter. the snow fell upon the outside of the red sand. an imperial call at its borders summoned the idle prince and his coterie of guards and fellahin.

"who calls to akashingo, dominion of pharaoh isetnofret toula?" came the priest's interested words.
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creeps in its petty pace from day to day - by Madhuri - January 25, 2024, 09:50 PM
RE: creeps in its petty pace from day to day - by Senmut - January 31, 2024, 01:57 PM
RE: creeps in its petty pace from day to day - by Madhuri - January 31, 2024, 11:50 PM
RE: creeps in its petty pace from day to day - by Senmut - February 03, 2024, 07:43 PM
RE: creeps in its petty pace from day to day - by Madhuri - February 06, 2024, 11:17 PM
RE: creeps in its petty pace from day to day - by Senmut - February 07, 2024, 09:15 PM