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I look at the others, simpering courtiers and visiting dignitaries, all unsuspecting of what is to come. A merciful man should spare them, but I had mercy cut out of me at a young age.

Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon,illuminate the shadows in the sky.

As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street__ surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume.