When it is thin,
People walk in dread.

MIRROR
Look in my face,
I am somebody.
Look at my back,
I am nobody.

SNARES
The bones of the dead,
Can be used to trap the living.

TROLLS
Say away fom these hideus
beasts, they kil our females
and chidrens.

BOOK
It is a journey whose path
depends, on another's vision
of where it ends.

BLADE
Blessed are the first.
Slow are the second.
Playful are the third.
Bold are the fourth.
Brave are the fifth.

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