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ainous mound of
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forests and fields
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no longer existing.
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Albaeria, a place
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below Earth's surface
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, teeming with dead,
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but somehow living
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fed by rage
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were half living
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.
Squimen, the bride
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, and the nervous
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click of her
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active and dangerous
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Fingernails, like flint
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signaled an imminent
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explosion. Father Nestjemm
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, defrocked priest, tolerated
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the flip-flop past
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she is bloody
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safe here," he
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is listen to
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bells ringing, vibrating ...
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eyeballs in sockets
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... assets in pockets
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entombed,
forever,
childless
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... even in dreams
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she craved gravidity
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... perpetually, relentlessly pressing
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.
Everybody became confused.
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Her eyes closed ...
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