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“There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors. A beauty so rare and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn… She killed herself in the fall… I am the unmaker, I bring death to the beautiful dawn. With pillor, cold, and a legion of dying angels… I killed myself in the spring…”

“Ein Bier… bitte.”
– Corey

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