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description: Even here on the black terrace before the forgotten mountain retreat of Asti it was possible to smell the dank stench of burning Memphir to imagine that the dawn wind bore upward from the pillaged city the faint tortured cries of those whom the barbarians of Klem hunted to their prolonged death. Indeed it was time to leaveVarta last of the virgin Maidens of Asti shivered. The scaled and wattled creature who crouched beside her thigh turned his reptilian head so that golden eyes met the aquamarine ones set slantingly at a faintly provocative angle in her smooth ivory face.We go?
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title: The Gifts of Asti
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