
From slumber's shadowy embrace, a vision takes its breath, Feral Claw, a spectral guide, through forest and desert, grim as death. Where phantom echoes softly moan, and haunted memories reside, And landscapes woven of pure sound, a chilling path provide. In Tucson's dust, its roots take hold, this eerie journey's start.
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