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The shining sharpened spectacle. Gawking jaws hung low in awe. The tales and truth unloaded on hands built out of straw. Controlled conflagration, may they wander where we want. A cinder in the ashes. A sinner in the dark. A path of burning embers. The ticking of a clock. Churning children of madness awash inside their thoughts. The manning of the maelstrom broken down into a watch.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
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The shining sharpened spectacle. Gawking jaws hung low in awe. The tales and truth unloaded on hands built out of straw. Controlled conflagration, may they wander where we want. A cinder in the ashes. A sinner in the dark. A path of burning embers. The ticking of a clock. Churning children of madness awash inside their thoughts. The manning of the maelstrom broken down into a watch.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
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