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Young hollow.
How you grapple, without falter, with this dreadfully twisted world.
Peace grants men the illusion of life. Shackled by falsehoods, they yearn for love, unaware of its grand illusion.
Until, the curse touches their flesh. We are bound by this yoke. As true as the dark that churns within men.
All men trust fully the illusion of life. But is this so wrong? A construction, a facade, and yet...
A world full of warmth and resplendence.
Young hollow, are you intent on shattering this yoke? spoiling this wonderful falsehood."

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