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The editor takes no responsibility for the fate of this document, nor does he claim ownership to any of the contents herein. Later, in the chill of morning, you lie silent, still, as if sculpted from ivory. I will keep this memory, like a scar. Out the window, the trembling rays of the sun gather strength to bully the fading stars. He can see through the artifice of shaping to find the darkness at their hearts.