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The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. We can be friends again. That’s my opinion, if you ask me. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. My own impression is that he already knows.
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