TWENTY-FIVE

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FIRE-CITY  ♤ ♤ ♤ Princess Lizvy sat on her bed that beautiful morning, finding it ironical that the morning in which her lover was to be put to death was that radiant. It was like nature was in support of the abomination that was starting to take place - if it had not even been executed. She shut her eyes tightly as bitter tears began to fall from her already sore and puffy eyes. She had not just been able to stop herself from crying and even when her father had come to see her the previous evening, she had locked him out. There was nothing to discuss with him since he was head bent on killing Carim. She had once tried to come to an agreement with him, saying that she would get married to Morudin if he spared Carim's life, but he had replied in mockery of her, saying, "Of course,

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