❝ 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ❞
❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆. ❞
a journey into mystery that stretches across time, space and many dimensions ━ this is the tale of a lonely sorcerer and a grieving woma...
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❝I have made my bed in charnels; And on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are. ❞
- Excerpt from Alastor; or, The Spirit of Solitude
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