A chime cuts the cold dark, a fleeting shadow strikes by night. The deed done, cloak brushed clean, one bell n…

A chime cuts the cold dark, a fleeting shadow strikes by night. The deed done, cloak brushed clean, one bell note trembles in the moonlight.

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