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Now, don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky, the bright silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the  w i n d. Walk on through the  r a i n.
Though your dreams may be  t o s s e d  and  b l o w n, walk on.
Walk on with hope in your heart and you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll never walk alone.

(But she was alone)
A tiny, little fragile thing out, out in the world, in the gloaming.
And the storm that came was not  r a i n, and it was not  w i n d.
It was something altogether else.

Sister Jude, American Horror Story