A Passage From Wolves Rain
I tell you now the words or Red Moon. From the great spirit was born the Wolf. And Man became his messenger. The Beast lives his life in silence. Abiding where the blessing of the blood of the Gods bestowed upon him. The White Flower, After winning the favor of the lord of the night, Will share her sent. Preordained and eternal in Countenance. Her form is of a lily white supple Maiden. She distills and condenses all of time, Until it becomes a precious frozen mass.
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