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does the darkness only exist because of him, or has time made him forget? the song was the same one from a very ancient past they shared together, the one the moon maiden used to hum,
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no.
they're right where they're supposed to be. for a very good reason.
what use could all of those eyes have in pitch black darkness? he's rather follow that beautiful melody.
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the liquid trickled in a crimson trail, dragging across the ground the remnants of that cursed blood that covered the priest like a dense, viscous veil. the agony & despair lowered the vibration of the environment, & suddenly everything seemed too silent,
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This place was destroying him, becoming both his prison and his place of penance. Despite the influence he had gained here, he couldn’t understand what was going on in the people’s minds. It drove him crazy. The constant cold, hunger and unending labor didn’t make it any easier.
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made the human figure crack. from the blood that trickled down the priest's back, a head emerged, imperceptible until the spectral claws protruded from that spine without causing harm — & the touch he so longed for came the moment the yūrei grabbed the man's shoulders,
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