I am but a fool in this land of sickness and men of old. In my very blood, runs the gift of eternal life; vibrant youth and changeling, swift. But lonesome and hostile I have grown in my elder years--for I am over a millenia old, and although age touches me not, my heart lingers abettor to Death
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Sincerely, Eternally Yours,
Your Friend,
Daniel Molloy
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