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The sad wind howls
And a lonely owl flies by
So the dead may rise
About the Creator
Olga Melman
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from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
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