Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you. — Sandi Layne, Éire's Captive Moon
Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you. — Sandi Layne, Éire's Captive Moon
Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you. — Sandi Layne, Éire's Captive Moon
Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you. — Sandi Layne, Éire's Captive Moon
Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you. — Sandi Layne, Éire's Captive Moon
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Go back to bed, Cowan. I want no promises from you.

— Sandi Layne, Éire's Captive Moon
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