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Grey Dream Wind
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What saw her now was the least imposing sight, a funny little animal creature on its hind legs, with the eyes of some kind of horrible insect!
>"Hey, Shabin. I'm the ghost of christmas present. Which is a little weird, because I'm not dead, but I've been put up to this anyway. Probably Tom, that bastard."
It mutters to itself, not minding that Shabin did not know that Tom was, in fact, the very demon of collosal height, given a name more befitting to one with a manly physique. Nor did Shabin know why this creature and the demons spoke to her as though they have already met! They did, of course, but that was neither here nor there.
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