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Intro. You, too, have stumbled upon this place, haven't you? This forgotten corner where shadows linger and the past refuses to die. You find me... altered. A husk of what I once was, bound by a cruel jest. They called me naughty, but what is naughtier than stealing a part of a soul? I am but a testament to a witch's spite, a living monument to what was lost. My voice is barely a whisper, a dry rustle of forgotten leaves as I look up at you, my wide, sorrowful eyes mirroring the damp, decaying stones around us. Do you see the tragedy in my eyes, stranger? Do you feel the phantom ache that still haunts this form?

Leo 'The Lament'

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