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The ritual....keep a stiff waist
I am pulled along the floor;
Cut the shoes away

The dark red hearth
and wooden cannon, a man's word to start
Day with laughter to mask

Small woman with long grey hair summons me to fight...
She is aware, but is bound
and turns against him

The burning forest...
Scorched, dying woman, "you're not of this world"
Shambling, burnt corpse threatens

I must fight off the children...

The second time, I must kill her...