The howling winds that whisper words. The darkest nights, so cold they burn. Enticing for an intriguing turn. I travel light to meet the one, who harbors death beneath the sun. I flee from that which holds me back. Before the earth below me cracks. I halted when my courage came. Compelled by my internal flame. I realized that I knew his name. Now I'd have to end this game. No victory, nor clear decision. For my devil will forevermore dance with his demon, this fiddler's tune is far from over...
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