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    The year was 1919, and the cold winds of winter whirled around the figure as he made his way through the trees. He was the Phantom of the Opera, and it was far too risky to be seen here, in the graveyard by the Opera Populaire. Someone might recognize him, remember him for all the crimes he had made and lives he had stolen. Regret filled him as he thought of it, of the times he had killed. He had been selfish and self-pitying then. He had been on an unending quest to win her love.     Christine     Even the thought of her name sent agony through the Phantom's heart. He had watc