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A Dance as Old as Stone by Anonymous user #144

Beneath the craggy, frost-kissed peaks, where mountain airs do blow, The d'geft dwell, a solitude, in realms of stone and snow. Not as we, their lives they lead, in hollow halls of stone, Passing through the mountain's heart, existing ...

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