Prologue

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Dunbeath, Dunbeath, let it sing for you.

Lucia always wondered what was beyond that door. To bad what was beyond it wondered the same thing.

It only asks that in return,

We never talked about her. In those days everyone assumed the vandals. everyone always assumes the vandals.

You kiss it till your lips turn blue.

Yeah, Dunbeath never sang for Lucia, to say the least. Though i suppose it never truly sang at all.

But after that,

Still...

Watch your back,

I wonder myself sometimes.

Every corner, every shadow.

What did it feel like. When it took her.

Do well my son and before your done,

But for now ill share with you my story.

A artist comes to borrow.

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