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Wear love like a caftan, less room for grief, she says. Names entered into his notepad, without explanation. The unlimited expanse in which all objects are contained. A flash of light, as if a bit of electricity has escaped. You must find out how to empty the molton pool. In the Basin of Prophesy the muses sing; in the Chalice of Fantasy the Fates weave. How do you kill a man? Hit him three times. |
