第321章
Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk―the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink.
I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
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第321章
Things look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk―the spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink.
I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.