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A low, annoying rumble hurt his ears, as if a fly the size of a horse hovered over Vassa's head. He couldn't make out what the noise was after their steps, nor where he and the Pied Piper were now. A gust of icy wind was asking for a gust in the face, the creaky floorboards at one moment gave way to something soft and sticky. A few more steps and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. Suddenly he heard voices, a lot of voices. A continuous hubbub of hundreds of men. They were talking in unison, getting excited and interrupting each other. Iron rattled, throats were torn, the floor was shaking from the clatter of hundreds of feet. The screams were getting closer.And it was a glorious battle! shouted the voices in unison.Vassa saw in front of him some play of weak lights and tried to catch them with his fingers, but his hand only scared them away. Then the fingers stumbled on something hard, heavy and covered with wool. It gave a little under pressure and went to the side. Bright lig
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The surrounding people openly laughed, which plunged Dan into utter fury. It's not even the hour, he'll hit someone with his axe.“Well, show yourself, joker,” the mighty warrior got excited. “I want to look into the eyes of someone who dares to speak such insolence!”- Asa, take the floor! shouted in the crowd. - Well, them to the Khamers! Everyone should have the right to speak!“It’s not fair, I still wanted to talk!” - Throats were torn. - By seniority! By seniority! As d'akhi bequeathed!- And why should I tell you, you yourself are able to walk with difficulty?“The d'ahs won't go away, and your gray beard won't either.“Quiet,” Khalsa called, and coughed. Still, holding back this crowd of dog-heads was another task. “Who else among the older Hargers wants to talk?”“Let the young talk,” the crowd roared. Several old people tried to get ahead, but then the noise reached some incredible proportions. The old man who took the first step towards the bench quickly stepped back and we
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“Yuvasa died through his own fault,” Musa said. - He ran after an angry, wounded rat, wanting to get into the songs himself, cutting off his head. But he did not calculate his strength and would definitely have died in the most bestial way, if not for the glorious warrior whom we called the Pied Piper.“What a beautiful fairy tale,” Asa chuckled. "Did you ever think he was one of them?"- From whom? From rats? Musa chuckled. “When I first saw him, he was sitting on a rat, driving Yuvasa's ax into its head, and not trying to fly on it. I wonder what your brother, whom he saved, would say to that?- Or maybe Yuvasa coveted his woman? Malga suggested. - Not every day, walking through the forest, you can meet a woman. Usually all sorts of crap is hiding in the bushes, here Yuvasa was chasing rats and ...The hall was filled with laughter. Only Asya and the Pied Piper were not funny.“Malga, if you don’t hide, you’ll spend the next two days in a hack with my dick in your ass!” Khalsa yelle
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The Rok'khs poured out of the doors of the Heart-House and climbed higher and higher up the stairs encircling its walls, until the whole crowd filled the temple under the boundless sky, entangled in the crown of ref branches, and launched a demand to see their mistress towards the pouring light of distant worlds, addressing directly to the gods. More and more lights appeared in the hands. Torches passed from one rok'hi to another, shattering the gloom to please the dance of light and shadow. Braziers flared up, sheaves of sparks flew into the sky, licking with darting fires the stern faces of wooden idols in the courtyard strewn with bloody sand. Some rok'hi even managed to wash themselves in flames, only inflaming their desire to touch the great.At one point, the crowd erupted in jubilation. All heads turned at once, hands reached out in unison. Vassa could not help but turn to follow them, but he saw nothing but sweaty nape and smoky flame, from which his eyes watered terribly. Eve
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It saw him. It definitely saw him!After a while, he was able to open his eyes - the pink circles vaguely resembled that inner monster that he still managed to tame, albeit not for long. He rubbed the corners with his thumbs, but the circles didn't go away. Strangely, it seemed to him that quite a bit of time should have passed, but it did not seem that time is the thing that worries the world around. At least this world was certainly the last thing to worry about.The sky above turned out to be black black and strewn with an endless carpet of distant stars, and it seemed that if he lifted his foot, one could fall into it, as if into a black abyss.Sareth closed his eyes, put his hands under him, and raised his tired body on his elbows. I did not know that it was possible to weaken even more, but it happened.How strange, Sareth thought as he opened his eyes and looked around. Despite the fact that the real night was looking at him from heaven, he saw everything as in the light of day
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Nitsiri came to himself already in some dark corner, from which he, shaking with cold and fear, then for a long time could not dare to look out to find out if It had disappeared from the horizon. As the entity floated across the sky and sought out the last remaining livestock in the city, the earth vibrated incessantly, and this drove Sareth crazy.The mere sight of this rocky body, radiating with long appendages that shimmered like broken glass, nitsiri shook with despair - nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, except for the cold walls of the Wandering City, and his vaunted Ruby sword, honed to razor sharpness, could only help him stab himself and solve all problems in one fell swoop.As soon as He once again closed the sky with himself, Sareth crawled back into the darkness, where his eyes were fingers. Feeling the farthest corner, shaking from the cold, he pressed himself into it and waited for who knows what. He did not come across any torches or lanterns, and even now, feeling the
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Vigil in a cold house, filled with rattling muddy dreams and the radiance of a stone, walking around a huge empty city for no one knows where and why, hiking in a grove, catching worms eventually merged into a routine, since the change of day and night did not exist here in principle, and soon he no longer perceive time as such. What was “yesterday”, what was “now”, what “tomorrow” awaits him and why he, like a mouse, crawls from house to house and feels its corners, no longer opening his eyes, as if he himself turned into a worm. And what is he looking for in this city, in which he already knows every nook and cranny? After all, he still had his decrepit talent - what else did existence steal?In the sky, the huge star cover was still silent, regularly covered by a giant body, from which he tried to crawl as far as possible into the darkness and surrender to the sweet radiance and pour it over until he lost all feelings, to complete unconsciousness, winding up more thoughts, regrets
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You just need a rope and a higher branch. Are you growing your hair out for this? Something has not been cut for a long time. He became almost indistinguishable from his sister.And what's with her? Don't tell me you've completely forgotten her pretty face. Was it she who warned the foolish boy not to stick his nose into a hole from which he could not pull it out? What a sad tale. Drink it to me.You are sitting here like a greedy pirate with a whole chest of gold coins on a desert island, and you can only stare at them, put pieces of iron in your mouth, suck and lick them, throw yourself at seagulls. Yes, they are round and cool. Imagine what you can do with them if ... Here they are useless, you can at least throw them into the sea, and watch how they sink one coin after another, gleaming in the sun. Maybe it will even be better for you: your suffering will end a little faster, and you will immediately accept your fate.And your fate is a rope and a branch in a grove. Move faster, s