Despite the nicks of strife, and small erosions from the many trial it had faced, the castle was still magnificent. It's spires reaching for the heavens, the tops gleaming in the sun. She had taken her beatings, but every look at her assured me that she would stand forever. Then the dark tide swept in, swirling in anger and anguish. The
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At the end of your tunnel
Was just a freight train comin your way..."
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