There is a ring I keep within the confines of my abode, waiting for the gentleman to take it, trapped within a case rather old. They've called it the poison ring for the couple who once held it were eventually killed, and to it's takers it was love that brought it on ring, the ages this story has stilled. But this is not of the morbid nor of tales that end, it is of it's rightful place in loving hand, where stories are crafted from the heavens they send.
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