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Text : Do not fear death, dwarves, do not feel pain. Whether we die tonight or tomorrow, the way we all go is still the same. Now archers to the wall, get the gold in that shrine, paladins to my side and say it with me, boys, one last time. I am a dwarf and this is my shrine, we fear not death, we fear not time, for when the gold runs low, when the ale runs dry, know that death did not choose me, I chose this night! Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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