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The pale blue fire of glittering spires ablaze |
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The sojourner's beacon, a wondrous shimmering place |
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Through ages forgotten, in many a traveler's dream |
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Through winding cobblestone pathways |
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Where dwell demons, mages, and thieves |
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In temples and taverns where secrets are whispered |
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Arcane knowledge hides in their halls |
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Shadows gather in midnight processions |
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As wraiths and ghosts sing laments in the walls |
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Written in blood and sealed in death |
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Bound by the ages, the tome of regret |
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Fates will be sealed and swords will be met |
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With the cold embrace of steel and flesh |
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Eldritch beasts converge on the streets |
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Of this ancient city, so beautiful and wild |
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Veils of night, the tolling of bells |
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Funeral march to the sound of the knell |
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The pale blue fire of glittering spires ablaze |
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The sojourner's beacon, a wondrous shimmering place |
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Far beyond moon and sun |
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Long is the path to the end |
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Azure flames light the way |
