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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?