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Respite
The guards have left to sleep for the night.
Halls dark and quiet,
The echo of rain gently tapping.
These walls of cobble harbor life,
And beckon for all to join.
It is the perfect night.
Halls dark and quiet,
The echo of rain gently tapping.
These walls of cobble harbor life,
And beckon for all to join.
It is the perfect night.
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