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The Dark Quest

 

I am in the dark again.

I shook the table today and said

where is the kid named Arian?

I see a light over there.

Can you help me get out now?

I tripped over a bucket of water

and fell to the floor.

I looked within and found the

great hall of the king.

It is our only hope.

 

 


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