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Deep at night, a mournful wail drifts from the dry well in the cold, abandoned courtyard. A bolt of white silk…

Deep at night, a mournful wail drifts from the dry well in the cold, abandoned courtyard. A bolt of white silk unfurls with a snap, followed by a pale, shadowy figure with long hair veiling its face as it recites an ode of parting. The lament, punctuated by blood and tears, manifests line by line upon the silk…

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Deep at night, a mournful wail drifts from the dry well in the cold, abandoned courtyard. … | Where Winds Meet Database