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During the polar night, traveling through the cold north, you came to a forgotten chapel. You decided to stay here until you warm up a little. The voices of crows from afar and the echo of singing monks made you very sleepy. You relaxed and felt warmth in your limbs, after a while the descent to dreamland opened beneath, and you sank into the endless tranquility. . . Support my channel: 🔹 Patreon : 🔸 Paypal : . . Chant: Dies Irae #cathedral #chant #storm
