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Yellow candles flickered in the wind, and from time to time one could see a leaf or two scrape across the ground, and the grass at the foot of the grave shook at me like withered hands, and the broken windows squeaked and clattered in the wind.

Further away, it was dark and devoid of anything.

"Bro, Bro Guang, how about we come by day?"

It was the smell of cow's tears. Of course