Laughter, far in the distance, echoes around the carvern walls...never having an origin yet finding their destination in the ears of the captive.
Echo
"Rhianneth...ianneth...neth....
What would you have?...you have?...have?...
I am but an echo, without a master...without a master...master...
Though I remember you!...remember you!...you!
[ 01-09-2004, 05:18 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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