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The lamp glows faintly, and the moon hangs like a sickle, while familiar faces drift through your thoughts. La…

The lamp glows faintly, and the moon hangs like a sickle, while familiar faces drift through your thoughts. Lay your old dreams to rest in the well's shadow—the moon above will shine whole once more.

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