Her emaciated body hid in the shadows of the shrine. She had not been outside its confines in three centuries. She waited for the one to rescue her. Soldiers came to the edge of her prison, ending their determined stomp to die in the tar bubbling around the shrine. Her miraculous beauty was locked away from the world, sealed behind a veil of illusion. His strong thighs flexed in the morning sun as he made his way to the edge of the deadly mote. He knew he would be the one to take her as his prize.
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