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Slaves of Isthar by Mr Kane
It was a dark, hoarse voice that seemed to come from beyond the tomb. The hermit looked at her. Her beautiful bruised body seemed as real as the stones around him, as tangible as the steps corrupted by lust and suffering.... Do you want to know how this story ends? Click here.
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