VI | Styx Flumen He returned them to the gateway through which they’d entered Cuniculum Amoris and they passed through it back into Styx Flumen. All was silence for some time save for the gentle splash of the oar against the water and the melancholy songs of the ignudi, now fluttering overhead once again (but left un-harassed, if not unremarked, by Sthulhu on Dravidian’s order, who scanned their numbers in search of an albino like Milkweed but found none in the kaleidoscope of dancing colors). When he had rowed a substantial distance from shore, and they were well upon their way down the black waters of The River Dire, his charge spoke to him at last in the cautious tones of the helpless. “Will it be merciful?” she asked, her green-brown eyes focused solely on the water. “My death, I m
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