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Now breathe, slowly, and let the room dim around you, because tonight we walk a road that should not exist, a road that appears only when death has already made up its mind, a road where a rider without a head waits patiently for the one who will not see the dawn.
Tonight, we follow the Dullahan.
By Fauna BlakewellNow breathe, slowly, and let the room dim around you, because tonight we walk a road that should not exist, a road that appears only when death has already made up its mind, a road where a rider without a head waits patiently for the one who will not see the dawn.
Tonight, we follow the Dullahan.