There was silence, only the wind and the rain struck the iron sheet nailed to the shed, clanging, clanging, disturbing any possible dream. There is no place for tranquility in Nostramo, tonight, night and night.

The child sat down, grabbed Midnight Geist's shoulder, and pulled him up mercilessly. His hands seemed thin, but they contained unimaginable strength, even defying the gravity of the geist and resting his head on his knees.

"Tell me, you

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