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Silent hoofbeats
of Midnight's steed down the path of fate came the ghost rider. His face concealed brandished his blade the breath of death whispered in the wind. Spurs softly sang raked the charger grew ever closer to the Chosen one. Sword drawn high in moonlight's altered glow steel meets flesh Chosen versus Maker.
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