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| | Elfwood: Valerie A. Salerno, 'Tainting the Pure', Stories |
 | | Azeban smirked, the men knew what he was, he never tried to hide it. |
 | | Azeban slowed his pace as to enjoy this hunt, locks of red fell about his face, he turned the corner and a grin of pure delight came to his lips. |
 | | Azeban, please, spare this man," she pleaded with him as she hurried to catch up with him. |
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