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- in front of the ancient clock that stopped one hundred years ago. by prophecy, an actor shall ascend to that famed stage. when the waited ones arrived on the promised land, the sound of the bell which destroys the silence shall resound. a dear friend's blade glistening with blood. a drop, will carve a way to "his" land.
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