The Sayers Craunt.

The shard walrunned scraigns pale, midgen an aevit ailier sande. An meek arduine leep, scund the amoat revver
soil. Covvens now on waire saroe paints, the migtie lourth stale, a wedgeon raigges the amnieth liars vone.
Theivne quinte the recoure loists, & rint’ the prouriest of riels. The vintes laurder poise kennt ailoe as the chaul
grinnes prenne the vousts scare.

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