Title: Valgfritt

Text: This place reeks of death, there's a chill in the air. And I barely escaped being killed by a hair. "Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends." Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends. I'm hungry for freedom like never before. The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor. Once I figure out how to unclip my wings. Guess who will be pulling all the strings? Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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