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发帖数: 278 | 1 He has gone from Alia,
The womb of heaven!
Holy, holy, holy!
Fire-sand leagues
Confront our Lord.
He can see
Without eyes!
A demon upon him!
Holy, holy, holy
Equation:
He solved for
Martyrdom!
-The Moon Falls Down Songs of Muad'dib
After seven days of radiating fevered activity, the Keep
took on an unnatural quiet. On this morning, there were
people about, but they spoke in whispers, heads close
together, and they walked softly. Some scurried with an
oddly furtive gait. The sight of a guard |
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