Kash
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The old woman, already so familiar to everyone that they had grown accustomed to not noticing her, was making her usual nightly rounds. However, this time she looked even older and more frail.
As usual, the old woman peered into the windows of the townspeople, checking to see if everything was alright. Hermit was sleeping soundly, with the blanket pulled up to his head, and he was snoring softly. Ple-Sen was tossing and turning in his sleep. Nothing disturbed the angelic face of Pandora. The old woman paused for a moment, smiled, and took a tiny pocket mirror out of the pocket of her enormous cloak, placing it on the windowsill of an open window.
Satisfied that everything was in order, the old woman turned and floated towards the moon, still smiling and humming a song: "I fly on my old broom... I don't have a helmet on my head... Ahem... My 'Phantom,' a white arrow..."
The town, which had experienced so much in the last few days, was sleeping peacefully...
As usual, the old woman peered into the windows of the townspeople, checking to see if everything was alright. Hermit was sleeping soundly, with the blanket pulled up to his head, and he was snoring softly. Ple-Sen was tossing and turning in his sleep. Nothing disturbed the angelic face of Pandora. The old woman paused for a moment, smiled, and took a tiny pocket mirror out of the pocket of her enormous cloak, placing it on the windowsill of an open window.
Satisfied that everything was in order, the old woman turned and floated towards the moon, still smiling and humming a song: "I fly on my old broom... I don't have a helmet on my head... Ahem... My 'Phantom,' a white arrow..."
The town, which had experienced so much in the last few days, was sleeping peacefully...