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| Mare Serenitatis |
Ghosts are tough. Hundreds of years of experience
fine-tuned their ability to inflict a terrible ill-temper on unsuspecting
individuals. But things change and nowadays it’s common to see a ghost roaming
the empty corridors of a mansion, dressed in rusted armor dragging his feet to
the scratching sound of a forlorn morningstar. At dawn, those pesky little
children finally back in bed, you may even hear a wailing voice saying “I just
can’t do it… Not anymore!” And that would be the ghost wearing his helm
sideways, a glove missing, both pride and makeshift sword twisted in a furious
knot.
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