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Chapter 93: The Fear

A wave of fear doth wash o'er him,

As he sees his future grim,

Helpless, defeated, and alone,

His heart doth ache and moan.

The clown doth mock and laugh with glee,

"You cannot flee, 'tis destiny,

Your power is mine, no more to be,

A racoon without magic, you shall see."

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