Each step, a stride through hallowed ground,
Unveiling layers that were tightly wound.
Through echoes of the past, I trace,
The contours of my destined grace.
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Each step, a stride through hallowed ground,
Unveiling layers that were tightly wound.
Through echoes of the past, I trace,
The contours of my destined grace.
[...] near-the-sun.carrd.co
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