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Ancient eyes burn,
witnesses to the bloom of hatred and mistrust of all things pale. Hearts hardened through time, forming dead rock formations within living, breathing chests of flesh. The blame belongs in the past, though by my paleness, it is I who must travel this path of knowing. But I am only one.
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