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Heart of Stone

Once upon a time, there lived the Count who lived in a castle cold and savage just like his personality.
He played evil deed running in the town as young and played evil deed sitting in the throne as old.

People began to call him the Man with Heart of Stone.
Then his heavy stiff heart sunk down, fell out of his rib to roll down the floor.
And nobody cleaned his holed body for the Count.