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[impossibly]

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And

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voice

[malfattore]

Hm.

voice

[impossibly]

Poe-faced.

voice

[malfattore]

Perhaps. I do know my face isn't my face.

voice

[impossibly]

Then whose?

voice

[malfattore]

Sometimes everyone's.

voice

[impossibly]

Hermes is a trickster god.

voice

[malfattore]

There is only one God.

And He is not Hermes.

{... says the Atheist.}

voice

[impossibly]

Many people, many gods, many facets. You don't seem like a Shepherd.

voice

[malfattore]

Yet I still lead the sheep.

{... to slaughter.}