“Take care, Morgana Pengragon, for the consequences of your actions will be dire should one word slip out of place,” the blind crone had warned.
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“Lancelot?” Guinevere calls softly as she enters the great hall, twisting the silver bracelet he gave her absentmindedly around her wrist. What am I doing here? she wonders. I 사랑 Arthur. I’m marrying Arthur tomorrow.
But I cannot seem to pull away, she realizes as her feet keep propelling her forward, towards the black shape behind a pillar.
She...
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