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Eric lay now, stretched at the feet of the woman he could not leave.
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A circle of mist seemed to be settling around them.
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It was the miraculous bubbles.
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And there, leaning against a moss-grown crumbling tree, was a spirit-like being out of another world.
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King Wanda sat upon his marble terrace basking in the first warmth of the season.
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