The Lesser Light
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It was like the light of the moon. A beautiful and graceful beam that reveals the true colors of perfection. Like a veil it cast over the landscapes, and filled the world with a jeweled glimmer of darkness. So beautiful. So perfect. Yet no one saw it, for it only appeared at night, when they were sleeping. All they saw was the bright and burning sun in their face.
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