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A man alone, twisted by his morals. Immortal it would have seemed in the eyes of God Himself in the end it would not have been. Cursing his own family to be damned.
A sickness within the wonder that was the carnival itself. Imagination, payment made by a madman.
You will see why they fell.
You will see why the damned continue to roam the earth.
Because fate is unkind to anyone who crosses its path.
Grind your teeth while you wake.
The night will find you.
Beware the mares.