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Crowsong - Will Savage

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From Delphi came the bloodword then?

From Delphi came the bloodword then? Delivered in crows tongue and fluorescent diner buzz and unheard as entropic murmur, one of many. All places bear a voice though some serve more than others. Summer of the locusts. For two hundred and twenty-one years they lie buried in wait of her command. When messengers go unheeded declarations must be writ with force and so hers echoes endlessly through the dirt and draws them from their slumber, from strange dreams of a different world repeated across a billion prismatic minds. Mycelial bodies released in awesome resonance. Their screeches fill the…

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