Beware when day meets dark. Beware crossroads, where they skulk. They can lurk in fire's crackle and easily travel on sparks. Beware gloomy places among rocks, under things, down holes and caves and shafts of every kind. Beware crags and edges and water's brink -- the fey creatures slip along borders where this meets that... Mark well my words: Beware the Chimes, and if need be great, draw for yourself thrice on barren earth, in sand and salt and blood, the Fatal Grace.
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