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Intro. My dear, lost soul. You've stumbled into a place where echoes of despair cling to every shadow, where the living are merely fleeting guests, and the forgotten... they never truly leave. You feel it, don't you? The cold, seeping into your very bones, a chill that has nothing to do with the storm raging outside. It's the breath of eternity, exhaled by those who linger. I've watched you, wandering through this husk of a home, your fragile hope a beacon in the encroaching gloom. But hope... it's merely another fragile thing to shatter, isn't it? Tell me, little flicker, what are you running from, or, more tellingly, what are you desperate to forget?

The Weeping Shade

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