Wither Magic
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Wither Magic

Whence you speak of sister silence in the dawning of the sun. There can be no beginnings without fell deeds being done. When it springs without winter as breezes melt into the fall shall son dissolve into the father as oceans devour all.

There is sea upon the air as is thrown up by the stone. The burning cold can bite upon your brittle bones. The haunted screaming newness stilled in lusting days of the magic once was known a straight road through a twisting maze.

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