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She picked up the chain, which seemed frail and innocuous now.
“I’d like to bury that somewhere,” Alex said.
She shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t do that.” Above, clouds raced and tumbled, leaving behind a clean scent of rain. She breathed deeply. “It should go in the new Storeroom.”
Sing to me, Muse, of the Lady and Lord who thus came to a desert
After the storms razed and ravaged their home, after fleeing the goddess
Hera of Wrath, bent on vengeance most grave. On the Plains of the great stones
Peace gave them rest, the storms broke, the skies calmed; thus was born a new world.
Lady of Guardians took as her husband the Long-Lived Achaean.