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Fear is only in the mind . . .
A trigger sets it off, and also, the beat of heart creates the madness within.
What you may believe to be dead is the creation of mad.
The icy prick of fate.
The hand will be dealt as a shadow remains, growing in the midst.
A crime, long thought forgotten, will be paid.
The dead will be at rest.
Beware the haunt of Carnevil.
