Model prompt >>> My old friend Matej, as you've asked of me, I shall tell you how you died.
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 For it is like this, in the spring of 1343, when I went to Cannock, and accidentally came into that mindset of yours, all those 'wolf-fangs in his Alabama flowing hand.'

"I was shoved by the brutality of the wighted, the brutal, blood lust, flexing muscles that lived in a silent really near bludgeoning fantasy."

With his wife, Laki, on his right and Ivan Golovhebin on his left, Sigfried tattooed his right hand three times on Ivan's chest with the same digits that continued to accompany him after death, "(he is) s¦ren mein wizard, or as their meat and drink haft geboren in those rare yet deadly nights with us, many powerful tongues of Elvishmen."

"I wandered that night, considering guilt for my actions for which I conceived no such theory in Sigfried's mind. Every bankig glance of Sob with its wishful forest and Ryd's bare body, a bullet seared into his flesh In 'keeps your tongue jingling through the wilderness, cutthat-fly, undead-thing,' there I could not sit by never thinking of the hardest part, always judging I began to think that he thought more of immorality of me. But my oath as a himathielster called to mind his head pierced with loopholes, I made my search for the truth. On that part of the field I would find it had I not lost my path by time, and in I quickly himself felt that he was steady, robed in chainmail, in sword on this side, upon that he was not."

"My blood ran cold, hurtled when my horn was playing softly in memory lavishly fueled fire in Sigfried's look called to old Sig Heidrick, a ten steps drug believing sick"

"For all fifty miles stabbing rang on thy soul. Amazing in that we saw none befall the field but the ground, found with win as wild needing as the riders since time, but discounting what bounded upon Frau Rudolf and hev as we fogle answer to the sense of wild needing, the trail is narrow, longing for you. Yet significance led we toward the edge of the field, buried baked and roaring in altar. It could go neither home nor abroad towards Bummar or V¦lzan"

Before his doom had come about, Sigfried, despite his solitude and superstitious
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