Friday, March 11, 2011


The wind whispered cries, but the men paid them no mind. Shelter was a long forgotten notion, and the dead were but a foundation upon which shame and indignation were to build. If only men's minds were like earthquakes, and would themselves subside, perhaps we could clear a path through the fog of terror. But here, with so much up for grabs, Tantalus, himself, it seems, had arrived to over-see the operation.

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