Each day, my courage grows ever pale and brittle.
My watch berates me, for I have yet to follow you.
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| And all the while the sun rains his angry light on that far off horizon; as my lunar city anticipates the dark comfort of night. Each day, my courage grows ever pale and brittle. My watch berates me, for I have yet to follow you. |
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