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Author [Th3 RaYn3cYpH3R]
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Harbinger
The frost strafes o'er the window, now ajar by just a pin. The slightest hissing of the wind... Like breaths reminding me that all things end - So that others may begin.
-Th3 RaYn3cYpH3R