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The Shadow Hunters.

Now these ashes have grown cold, we open the old book.
These oil-stained pages recount the tales of the Shadow Hunters, a frayed world, words without warmth. The hearth has ebbed,its gleam and lifeĀ“s sparks are but memories against dimming eyes- what cast my mind, what hue my thoughts as I open the Book of the Shadow Hunters and breathe deep the scent of history?
Listen, then to these words carried on that breath.
These tales are the tales of us all.

Welcome to the end.

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