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“Solomon was born on Monday, was baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, became seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, and was buried on Sunday. This is Solomon’s end, this is Solomon’s end.”
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In the vague voice, Christine straightened his broken arm blankly, reinserted it into the armor, and then put on the upper armor for himself again.
The effective period of tranquilizers is getting shorter and shorter.
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Time is running out.
“Your Majesty, don’t be afraid.”
She endured the pain and raised her broken arm to stroke the long hair that fell from her shoulders:
“I will protect you, for sure.”
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That is the Requiem
“No. 6 Requiem”
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The musician in white clothes stepped out of the shadows, wearing a crown of crystals, exuding cold etheric waves, entangled around Christine like a snake.
The lost souls of the musicians never ascended to the great source, but returned from the dead emptines