Twilight Truths and Tales Unveiled

At eighty-six, a warrior's voice fell still, Unearthing shadows lurking in the light. He claimed a truth too tangled to distill, A quest for justice in the endless night. In whispered lore and legacies of ink, The secrets of a tempest soul laid bare. The watcher of the truths that others blink, Now leaves behind the burdens he did bear.

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