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From The Chronicles of Death The Plainsman There is this place he knows it well, where he can rest for just a spell. It's a barren plain he travels through, devoid of greed but not for you. The Plainsman comes he's growing near; He wants you next you'll know the fear. He's come for you in cloak of black to take your soul; not give it back. He once was here yes, once before; took someone else, forever more. ![]()
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