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"Abomination, evil!" The terrified golden ones shout. Deaf to his words and blind by his appearance, they prefer cloaks and mask to hide their ignorance and secrets.
I snuggle closer to my dark angel, absorbing his ghastly tales of warnings and truth!
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"And I kept no reckoning of time or place, and the stars of my fate faded from heaven, and therefore the Earth grew dark, and its figures passed by me, like fitting shadows, and among them all I beheld only - Morella" - Edgar Allan Poe
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