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Deep within the velvet night, where pale ghosts softly tread,I open wide the heavy gates to where the lost are led.They call me Fher, the keeper of this strange and haunted space,A novice wandering the mist to find my proper place.My soul is bound to twilight realms, to horror, dark, and dread,To gothic spires, crooked paths, and words the living fear to read.And here before you stand the small, the forgotten, and the cold—A gathering of orphans with a story to be told.They sit in silent, plastic shrouds, with wide and hollow eyes,Longing for a warmer hearth beneath more gentle skies.They need a sanctuary safe from midnight’s chilling breath,A shelf to rest their weary bones, a home to conquer death.So step into the seance, frie
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