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description: Into the west unknown of man Ships have sailed since the world began. Read if you dare what Skelos wrote With dead hands fumbling his silken coat;And follow the ships through the wind-blown wrackFollow the ships that come not back.Sancha once of Kordava yawned daintily stretched her supple limbs luxuriously and composed herself more comfortably on the ermine-fringed silk spread on the carack's poop-deck. That the crew watched her with burning interest from waist and forecastle she was lazily aware just as she was also aware that her short silk kirtle veiled little of her voluptuous contours from their eager eyes.
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title: The Pool of the Black One
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