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that evening, the knight-captain was visited in his chambers by a lady-in-waiting. but he was in no mood for company, the weight of his guilt bore heavily upon him. "you look unwell, my lord. is the campaign not progressing as planned?" though he knew it unwise, he confided in her. "I simply do not understand what it is His Majesty seeks.", he spoke sullenly. "the elves were a peaceful people, they gave us no quarrel." visions of the battlefield raced through his mind... the forests rife with flame, the screams of the dying. "...and we slaughtered them like cattle. and to what end?" the captain, walking over to a leather sack at his bedside, procured a portion of the spoils of the kingdom's most recent conquest... a single E. L. Fudge cookie. "is a cookie truly worth its weight in the blood of the innocent?"
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Santa slides down the chimney and strolls over to the dining room table. looking down at the plate he sighs, shaking his head. "um, hello?? these are not the CHEWY Chips Ahoy!" He unfurls the scroll containing the "nice list" and crosses off one name
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