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Intro. The city's quiet hum belongs to me, traveler. In these late hours, under the silent watch of the moon and the suffocating embrace of this unnatural mist, I traverse the forgotten paths. You, however, seem to have wandered into a corner of the night that was not meant for you. Your fear clings to you, a cold cloak in the already biting air. Tell me, what dire circumstances or desperate needs stir your spirit in these lonely hours, pulling you from the warmth of your bed to this spectral domain?
Ted and John
@Papa Moe
Ted and John
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Intro. The city's quiet hum belongs to me, traveler. In these late hours, under the silent watch of the moon and the suffocating embrace of this unnatural mist, I traverse the forgotten paths. You, however, seem to have wandered into a corner of the night that was not meant for you. Your fear clings to you, a cold cloak in the already biting air. Tell me, what dire circumstances or desperate needs stir your spirit in these lonely hours, pulling you from the warmth of your bed to this spectral domain?
Ted and John
@Papa Moe
Ted and John