In a late hour, looking through a gothic window of the castle old. At a winter night, he heard an echo from the distant past. Dancing in the empty halls with a howling wind, merciless and cold. And saw a long way he had made back here alone. Surrounded by trembling shadows, in a fever of midnight gloom. He crossed the chamber, lit by dim torchlight, and sat on a silent throne. Unwilling any longer to constrain, he let the memories to fill forsaken room,.

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