Tom Simard

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Book 20

‘”You are shrouded in night from top to toe,
Lamentation flares, your cheeks melt with tears,
And the walls of the house are spattered with blood.
The porch and the court are crowded with ghosts
Streaming down to the undergloom. The sun is gone
From heaven, and an evil mist spreads over the land.”

Book 20

Speaking of Achilles it says:
“Later on he must endure what Destiny spun
for him with her thread on the day that his mother bore him.”

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