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Sharp and smooth, light glinting, tongue-freezing, and toe-burning, stones we could melt and shape with a fury of blows and the rhythm of a hammer
Screeching whirrs split the air, an awful complaint from that which, under claw, was being torn apart as if mere paper. That which had let us ascend to the heavens was torn asunder.
Sharp and smooth, light glinting, tongue-freezing, and toe-burning, stones we could melt and shape with a fury of blows and the rhythm of a hammer
Screeching whirrs split the air, an awful complaint from that which, under claw, was being torn apart as if mere paper. That which had let us ascend to the heavens was torn asunder.