The dark-veiled silhouette that solitary form patrolling without visible strain or vainglory a demented dreamland of fearful potential.

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The awesome antiphon swelled in the dark and expanded.

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Lourdes was a bonfire thousands of candles and burning cries and a week of rising suns over an esplanade where stretcher cases lay side by side, end to end, waiting for a priest to come with a monstrance that gathered sun to its gold and blazed in the sign of the cross above the stretchers.

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