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*a note falls at your feet, one corner lit with black fire*
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[b]The Writer looks at the note [/b]
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[b]it reads[/b] [i]when skeletons fall and hopes and dreams die fear the great black with four small red eyes[/i]
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"Oh you are so dying." "Royal'" [b]A man looks through the wall[/b] [i]Yeah writer!? [/i] "Find this man"