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来自发布于：2023-02-12 22:59:36

Evening—certain months of the winter I can see the sun go down out my narrow window. Cold yellow winter sun splintering pale over the icy mountains. I want to gather the gray magic of the wind and sprinkle three dots of blood over the clouds and fly free like a banshee up to the summit. Just fly, like I used to. I'd even come quietly back to my cell after. Fly like I did from old Gregorovitch's house with It in my hand, laughing, joyous. I seem to recall dancing about the room with you when I scared up that spell from the old Dark tomes. Essential tool for the Dark Lord, really, to wing about looking intimidating. But also—joyous.

傍晚——准确的来说，是在冬季的几个月中，我可以看见夕阳在狭窄的窗户中缓缓落下。冬日清冷的阳光被冰山割成碎片。我想去收集那些蜷缩在风中的灰色神迹，在云边洒出三个血点，然后像报丧女妖般飞上天穹之顶。只是飞翔！就像我曾经做的那样。在这之后，我甚至会安静地，毫无抱怨地回到牢房。飞翔，就像我握着它从老格里戈维奇的房子里冲出来那样，大笑着，欣喜若狂。我好像回想起了当我从古老的黑魔法卷轴中拼凑出某个咒语后，和你在房间里一起跳的那支舞。黑魔王的基本技能，不是吗，让人心惊胆战的飞翔。但，也是快乐的。

作者：Moriaty（来自豆瓣）
来源：https://www.douban.com/note/787317360/

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来自发布于：2023-02-13 16:34:29

Evening—certain months of the winter I can see the sun go down out my narrow window. Cold yellow winter sun splintering pale over the icy mountains. I want to gather the gray magic of the wind and sprinkle three dots of blood over the clouds and fly free like a banshee up to the summit. Just fly, like I used to. I'd even come quietly back to my cell after. Fly like I did from old Gregorovitch's house with It in my hand, laughing, joyous. I seem to recall dancing about the room with you when I scared up that spell from the old Dark tomes. Essential tool for the Dark Lord, really, to wing about looking intimidating. But also—joyous

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来自发布于：2023-02-15 00:33:05

Evening—certain months of the winter I can see the sun go down out my narrow window. Cold yellow winter sun splintering pale over the icy mountains. I want to gather the gray magic of the wind and sprinkle three dots of blood over the clouds and fly free like a banshee up to the summit. Just fly, like I used to. I'd even come quietly back to my cell after. Fly like I did from old Gregorovitch's house with It in my hand, laughing, joyous. I seem to recall dancing about the room with you when I scared up that spell from the old Dark tomes. Essential tool for the Dark Lord, really, to wing about looking intimidating. But also—joyous

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来自发布于：2023-02-15 07:51:28

Evening—certain months of the winter I can see the sun go down out my narrow window. Cold yellow winter sun splintering pale over the icy mountains. I want to gather the gray magic of the wind and sprinkle three dots of blood over the clouds and fly free like a banshee up to the summit. Just fly, like I used to. I'd even come quietly back to my cell after. Fly like I did from old Gregorovitch's house with It in my hand, laughing, joyous. I seem to recall dancing about the room with you when I scared up that spell from the old Dark tomes. Essential tool for the Dark Lord, really, to wing about looking intimidating. But also—joyous

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