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Just as notification and possible clarification (no monosyllabic words here), my SAVE is now filled. Make of it what you will...
*takes deep, evil breath and prepares self*
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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