[ Through a window, (how he'd managed to knock the locusts aside, don't ask) the device records a dark, almost black sky. His voice comes from beyond the image. ]
It's nine in the morning, by the by. And darkness is usually the ninth day. I had thought all this talk of slaughtering the conveniently placed lambs to be a touch rushed, but it does
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