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A warm golden glow spreads through a room filled with feasting people, devoid of any gloom; happy and carefree, headless of the night... But, somewhere, a child is crying Joyous spirits follow brandy quickly and merriment floods forth thickly surrounding all in warm golden light... But, somewhere, a child is dying The feast lasts through the icy night and finally ends, the people feel light and slowly depart on their ways... Somewhere -- a child is dead Copyright ) T. GhostWolf Davidson. All rights reserved.
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