She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.

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"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."

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