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Gabriel DA Silva was not a well man,the cold wind turned the condensation of his breath into an ice key which fell to the ground,picking the key up Gabriel could see his banal thoughts illustrated in the sky for all to see,only the streets were empty except for a man in the distance juggling three glass balls containing keys,the juggler dropped the balls and fled.Gabriel picked the three keys up off the pavement and walked to the next street where he saw another juggler with six glass balls each containing a key, the man dropped the balls and fled,Gabriel picked up the six keys and walked to the next street where he saw a chest which was locked.Gabriel tried to open the chest with each of the nine keys until he found the right one.Inside the chest was another chest and eight in total,finally opening the last chest Gabriel found a silver ring which he slipped on to his finger,he felt better than he had done for many years.

whoever you are come forth these are the days that must happen to you.

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