Little scraps and scribbles of magick betwixt the wit of the mentally fit forsworn of earthly oaths doth dissolve the resolve of a resented amalgam of misfits. As silence presents itself. Counter to the center of misaligned cross hairs a beaten heart skips suffering miraculously. Transformation subsequently sinks into abyss amidst the array of confusion whilst a cricket chirps softly.
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