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Medieval German Castle

Stone for stone, this raised grandeur With the mountain's contends. Beauty, austere. With both hiding Terror's own face within! One's stormy past of fierce-struck Outcries, most barbarous Wolf-sharp, flashingly echoed Afar stormed; elked and roed.

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