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You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
Useful tool for who in darkness dwell. Within you, corrupting like a deadly spell.
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
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.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?