It was on the eve of November 17th, there in the nether quarters of his mind whence Dr. Trenton found the paradigm he hastily sought. “Forever and a day. To last a lifetime. It may seem as though we've met in another life. On a Tuesday, perhaps.” thought the dilapidated man. Forever the gold turn 'round to please thy who seek truths nor evil or daft. It may come as a shock to most. Gahstly realities ever in quarrel.
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