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It’s a blood-red sun that’s sinkin’.... Ohooo, but the marshland’s drear! Woman, for why will you be shrinkin’? I’m tellin’ you there’s nought to fear. What if the twilight’s gloomish An’ th’ shadows creep an’ crawl?-- Woman, woman, here’ll be th’ cave! Stand by me close till I call! “Sin Eater! Devil Cheater!” (Eh, it echoes hollowly!) “Margot’s dead at Willow Farm! Shroud your face and follow me!”

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