Jon Eirik Lundberg Evil one, neither fire nor hot vinegar in a nest of volcanic witches, nor devouring ice, nor the putrid turtle that barking and weeping with the voice of dead woman scratches your belly seeking a wedding ring and the toy of a slaughtered child, will be for you anything but a dark demolished door. Indeed. […]
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