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Viking
The first time he saw her she was clad in nothing but moonlight and mist and the midnight cloud of her lustrous hair. And from that moment, Thorne the Relentless knew he had been bewitched by the maiden bathing in the forest pool. How else to explain the torrid dreams that haunted his nights, the…
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