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The moon is bright as a bulb and riding high over the shoulders of Orion. The night air is stark and cold yet for all its clarity it plays tricks on the eyes. Nights like these are for ghosts; not just the restless dead but memories that refuse to fade... The moon is bright as a bulb and riding high over the shoulders of Orion. The night air is stark and cold yet for all its clarity it plays tricks on the eyes. Nights like these are for ghosts; not just the restless dead but memories that refuse to fade...
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