his five acts of creation, preservation, destruction, embodiment, and release, hecontains in himself both the life and death of all things. Through my ears I heard my companions shoutingin alarm, but I could not listen to them. You may both live. But I don't know why he's after me.
_ Over and over, the refrain went on, as scratchy and remote as something played on a gramophoneback in Felix Jongleur's childhood. Heroic silhouette. It was dark inside: only the faintest light crept in from the Bulb suspendedoverhead. Paul's head felt overloaded, his thoughts heavy.
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