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发帖数: 278 | 1 Oh, worm of many teeth,
Canst thou deny what has no cure?
The flesh and breath which lure thee
To the ground of all beginnings
Feed on monsters twisting in a door of fire!
Thou hast no robe in all thy attire
To cover intoxications of divinity
Or hide the burnings of desire!
-Wormsong from the Dunebook
Paul had worked up a sweat on the practice floor using
crysknife and short sword against the ghola. He stood now at
a window looking down into the temple plaza, tried to
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