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... eorge, invited Morphy to play in the abandoned sawmill after they had finished visiting the exhibition, by the time Morphy returned home to his humble shanty at 69 Black Iron Street, a faint shadow of the purple moon had already emerged in the sky.
“The Purple Moon…”
Morphy muttered to himself, quickened his pace, entered the house, shut the door, and then finally let out a sigh of relief.
In the legends, the purple moon is often equated with evil; for instance, hooligans ...
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