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Through the darkness she has hurried, but while according to the laws of the surface lightlessness brings sightlessness along with it, such is not the case here. Indeed sightless eyes have possessed uncommon vision in this thread and since the capture of the seer Tyresias his sightless eyes have learned to apply their penetrating blindness in new ways and in the service of a new master. “She stands with them now, great Terrakis,” he says, the cadences of his voice muted and cold.
“It would seem, then, all is as I have thought and the woman deserves only death.” There is bitterness in the voice of the giant, a stern and unrelenting bitterness. And when next he speaks it is not the voice of one who spared the woman out of respect for the father whose might sired him, but that of one who has recognized in himself something of the one who has raised him ..... Yes! O yes .........
Such a voice knows neither pity nor sentiment.
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And in the lightless warrens beneath the forums the lonely places of the forgotten dead stir again with movement and mouths with neither breath nor tongues find themselves filled with speech and their lifeless chorus murmurs:
DOOM
[ 02-21-2004, 07:16 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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