Deepwood Weald i love to watch the castles burn, these golden ashes turn to dirt
a determination so powerful it could turn the sky storm black
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Even though she knew he lived here, she had not expected to run across him.  It's a dangerous place, she echoes, a ghost of their previous conversation.  Although this time she supposes she is the damsel — and although it isn't a position she would like to see herself in, she supposes that she is... in distress.  At least her leg isn't broken, and it's not raining, and her company isn't a stranger.  For once.

Don't know if I'll be able to find my way out.

ring the bells that still can ring
forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in