Solitude Is Indeed Dangerous For A Working

The Only Certainty Is Death.

Night Was A Very Different Matter. It Was Dense, Thicker Than The Very Walls, And It Was Empty, So Black, So Immense That Within It You Could Brush Against Appalling Things And Feel Roaming And Prowling Around A Strange, Mysterious Horror.

A Lawful Kiss Is Never Worth As Much As A Stolen One.

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