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A wo fro red hair

And the Meckros turned round, strode away

‘You bastard-’

The Crippled God replied in mock consternation, Is this not what you want? Is she too tall for you? Her eyes too strange? Withal, I do not understand …

‘How could you have done this? Take possession, you said It’s all you know, isn’t it? Possession Things to be used People Lives’

She needs your help, Withal She is lost, alarmed by the Nachts Slow to recall her flesh

‘Later Leave h, then a cough As you wish Disappointing, this lack of gratitude

‘Go to the Abyss’

No reply

Withal entered the hut, stood facing the cot for a ti somewhere in his skull Then he lowered himself to his knees and bowed his head

He hated religion Detested gods But the nest was e

The Meckros had a host of gods for the choosing But one was older than all the others, and that one belonged to the sea

Withal began to pray

In Mael’s name