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... re of a goth emotional breakdown.
In the courtyard, Silas was trying to walk to the carriage. This was proving difficult because three grey-robed Shadow Servants were currently lying on the ground, clinging to his ankles.
"Please do not leave us, Shadow Master!" one servant wept, clutching a basket of black fruit. "Take the Berries! They are sour like our souls!"
"Let go!" Silas squeaked, trying to shake them off. "I don’t like berries! They make my tongue purple!"
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