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the end was near but i stayed calm. walked down the path to the tavern. the roses were in bloom and smelled hevanly as they lined the path.the old tavern was worn out and the door creaked with each visitor.my longblue hair drifted inthe wind and my boots made heavy thumping sounds on the oak floor.trench coat held losly around me.
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