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The Skull Kid hovered a few yards away, the vibrant, pulsing colors of Majora’s Mask clashing against the dying light. The mask’s eyes—huge, amber orbs—seemed to blink.

He raised the ocarina to his lips. He wasn't going to turn back time this time. He was going to face the nightmare head-on. As the first note of the Oath to Order pierced the silence, the four giants began to stir at the edges of the world, their footsteps shaking the very foundations of Termina. TLOZ-MM-USA-(Update11)-DecrTD-CIA-Ziperto.rar

"You've come to play again?" the Skull Kid chirped, his voice a distorted echo of a child's laugh. "But the playground is almost gone." The Skull Kid hovered a few yards away,

The moon roared. Link drew his sword. The carnival was over, but the dawn was finally within reach. He wasn't going to turn back time this time

Link stood atop the Clock Tower, the wood creaking under his boots. Below, the town was a ghost of its former self. The carpenters had stopped their hammering; the dancers had lost their rhythm. Even the Postman, whose schedule was his religion, had finally abandoned his route, his hat left tumbling down an empty alleyway.