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... recalling the beautiful times he spent with her. When dusk permeated the vineyards of Hesse Territory, Philis would always love to run barefoot through the dew-laden iris fields to pick the freshest Purple Crystal Grapes for him.
In this flourishing garden, amidst the endless green meadows, her laughter, clear like a silver bell, could be heard.
If he lost her, he would lose not only a courtier but also a plethora of memories of a beautiful life and the most simple, sincere emoti ...
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