The cold quietness of the night is when this loneliness
sparks its incorruptible roister of self-existent misery;
there is no quarter of the length from whence this
torrent and chronic invasion cometh to pass, so, I
welter alone through this hellish
As the bell tolled, resounding, it also told, of the death of the fallen Hero. His last quotidian day on earth and the detritus of memo...
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