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A howling night lay slaughter to the keep, creep the sound of the bitting wind. Four stories that fell, rest upon bodies lay dying, will they ever be seen again ? Who is to this gruesome mass, for blood covers the earth. Broken to its very core, a foundation of ruins. How did this come to be , ash beneath the rubble ? Bound to an iridescent silence, slips a knot from a stone, and all to who was in it, lay shadows casted upon the ground. Reckage come through the wake of time as life soon cease to be, for only the roach will burrow deep between the earth and the sea.