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Riding through the mist of dusk, the rider rides alone,
His sable cloak a whisper, his breath a sigh of stone.
He rides the cursed highway, where echoes never cease,
Collecting fallen warriors, their souls find no release.
With a sable steed that thundered, hooves like mournful drums,
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