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The wind whispers and the shadows roil about the black outlines of the Grove's wizened, tangled trees. Here there is never sunlight, and a pale mist rises from the ground, bearing it's own twisted blue light. Shadows unfold about, dark creatures moving with a will of evil to the call of entering life.. a chill wind rises and a high keening cry begins, echoed by a thousand other voices, if such music can sound from a throat... | |||||||||||||||||
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~How loud your heart is calling, love How near the darkness at your breast How fragrant are the rivers, love Drawn through thy dying wrist And, love, what heat thy frail skin hides! Pure as salt, sweet as death And silently the red moon rides The foxfire of your breath.~ | |||||||||||||||||
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