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"...like dew drops on a rose, like carrions on fire, these dreams haunt my open mind, shater my responses. void of all emotion i stumble, in the dark through waves of loss, on tides of remorse and shores of open silence. scatter these bones on pebbled beaches, ancient waters will hide them now."
-Anon, found scratched into wooden door in Moorgate
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