One has been researching old Azazel while the shabby goat sleeps crushed beneath its burden. One has found that all is apparently not as it seemed. Soon, one shall wake it for the morning's journeying. Then, but not now, it shall be asked to look over what I have dug up.
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Morning. I show the thing. "Once one would have been laughing; yet years heaped up years, laughter was lessened, still sadness . . .," it hissed.
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Morning. I show the thing. "Once one would have been laughing; yet years heaped up years, laughter was lessened, still sadness . . .," it hissed.
