Placeholder: master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end. master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.

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master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.

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master oil painting by Rembrandt,The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.
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master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.
master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.
master oil painting by Rembrandt,My child, my Fool, my mirror in the deep, The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.
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master oil painting by Rembrandt,The truths you seek are yours alone to keep. I am but echo, shadow, whispered name— You are the one who plays the greater game. The gods of old still hunger in the void, But you, Klein Moretti, cannot be destroyed. Not wholly. Not while one soul calls you friend, Not while this story races toward its end.
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