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A soldier came to us from the army of the Pretender, a deserter - "follow me", it said - "and I will show you where he bleeds"
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9:04 |
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we followed: as centuries passed, our guns became curse-rifles and our ships turned into demons, yet we turned our backs on war
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2:17 |
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but in the purple light of the heavy star a blow was struck, and we cursed our hands as they grew into talons, and sang out regret as we choked our enemies with our own entrails
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5:29 |
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Alongside the battle, those in the twilight nebula sat, watching and biding their time. They were farmers and machinists, midwives and poets; they too knew Death.
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1:15 |
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It came to be called the War of Accretion; and its violence tore asunder the laws of Gravity itself
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7:16 |
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and the grief of civilisations rang out into the depths of time
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2:48 |
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We brooked no heroes, yet they whispered of the Saint who massacred a trillion soldiers on the cusp of Orion
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5:11 |
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We pursued him on a gossamer thread of stars, through the heart of the dark galaxy, and there impaled him on a spire of crystallized time
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4:45 |
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Flowers grew along the paths where the bodies of the fallen had sprouted vines to tear apart their enemies
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2:18 |
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In the emptiness beyond emptinesses, between the galaxies, between the Weight and the Light, the last hunter writes into the ultraviolet rings of the final supernovae:
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6:03 |
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“An end to endings: a war to end wars: the lie. An ethnography of the vacuum, writ in spinal fluid and dark matter. We have come to know that we are not luminous; only opaque beyond understanding, unending and inevitable"
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8:56 |
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and at the end of space and time, we flayed the body of the ancient enemy and made his body into food for stars and the birth of new constellations
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3:36 |
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