With a breeze from the north she came and went. Her life's mosaic was getting old fashioned to which she pawned to Dorris. Now, Dorris didn't hurt a fly or so they say, but at night she's an alchemist, making money the worst way. She plated things with gold and silver and exhibited them in a meat market. Poor Dorris, didn't know she was out of her place and time, back in the 15th century her knight waits. Until then, she deceives herself with gold until the well is dry.
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