You are my finest knight — Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel
You are my finest knight — Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel
You are my finest knight — Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel
You are my finest knight — Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel
You are my finest knight — Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel
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You are my finest knight

— Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel
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