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Chapter 47
Chapter 47 He who fights with monsters might take care Lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, The abyss gazes also into you. . —Friedrich Nietzsche . MIKHAIL The scent of burnt flesh clings to my clothing as I fly back into Assur. The sentries hail me as I coast over the South gate, but I do not greet them. I fly straight to the central square where the food line trails towards the temple and land in the middle of them, uncaring that my wings knock several to the ground. I stalk toward Immanu, cradling the grim bundle against my chest. My vision narrows until I see no villagers, no food line and no absolution. All I see is him. 'There,' the dark hunger whispers. 'There is your quarry…' I place the dead child onto the table where the Chief's coo
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