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Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
What kind of room has no windows or doors?
This only turns over once you have travelled very far. What is it?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
It's what light turns into in the night