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It exists only outside the boundaries to avoid causing another nuclear disaster .
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It exists only outside the boundaries to avoid causing another nuclear disaster .
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The fact that Gilderoy Lockhart excuses his cowardice by stating he didn't expect to actually use defense against the Dark Arts as part of the description is horrendously negligent. Sir. What exactly did you think you were signing up for?
(via THE CRIMSON REFLECTION)
THE CRIMSON REFLECTION
The sky dips into its bag of tricks
to bring forth a full moon,
as its crimson reflection
mars the ocean’s smooth surface.
From the water’s murky depths,
dark creatures rise this night.
Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,
leaving bloody footprints in the sand,
painting our town crimson,
beneath the blood-red moon.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist