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Ghost Gothic Eidolon, Sovereign king Tears begin flowing. Byzantine abandoned. The cloaked statue sits and waits. The tourist lifts her head and sighs. Phantom’s pain she feels his suffering. Hand on her forehead nods from side to side. Labyrinthine journey stirs stark madness. Intruders’ rash and reckless taunting Grey-sky midst morning mystifies. Glowing - white - apparition Clicks, flashes, from tourists. Take focus of the Timeless undead Cloaked statue Haunting Ghost
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