∴ surrounded by howling sluagh, malicious tylwyth teg, and fanged snollygosters frothing and murmuring lies, i did not lose a wink. nestled under the moon dog and the comfort of my frost-covered bedroll, i breathed in the tranquility of winter’s chill, for they have no hold on me ∴
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