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For goodness sakes. The.Relic realizes that the steamy haze has become so thick that the fire in the hearth has gone out. "Heh", he chuckles to himself, but not the fire in my heart. Reluctantly he breaks their embrace, but only long enough to put fresh dry wood on the grill and rekindle the flame. After cracking a couple of shuddered windows, he returns to his princess's tender carress, knowing that when he wakes up in the morning and realizes to his despair, that this had only been a heavenly dream, that he would have to find a really, Really, REALLY PISSED OFF DEMILICH to kill tomorrow to assuage his grieving heart.
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