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Direction, misdirection: a sleight by clerics. Dead mothers; orphans and violence with flesh red, blood mercuric.
We danced and we feasted and we sang. Throughout the kingdom, the rejoicing of the masses resounded.
Immemorial trumpet with sound ardent, muted.
Cognition. Let’s play games. We can play like we did before!
Three.
Black prince drinks soda. Black prince eats a sound, and a god died. What is its cardinality?
Father killed 11,323 innocent subjects. Perhaps father is evil. The trumpets do suggest this, but all things are uncertain. Further investigations are required.
He tells me of necessity… I don’t know. Mother says it is wrong and that father is evil and that I will be different. But Suji tells me of the inner workings of the palace, and the shadows do scream, and they do take possessions.