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Apr 27, 2008 15:02

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

Rose's fiance made short work of assorted moving dead. He could have been faster at it about the frogs. If she must marry a Feldane, as well that she's chosen one adept at the House's duties. Not all of that House act with responsibility.

The diversion came as a welcome change of pace. I mislike feinting.
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