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In whispers beneath the moon's cold eye,

A shadow stirs, a silent sigh.

Beneath the clock where time rewinds,

A hidden hand the truth unbinds.

Through corridors where echoes tread,

The unseen webs are deftly spread.

From the shadows,

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