Chapter 27
First MOLOCH, horrid King
Besmear'd with blood
Of human sacrifice, and parents tears,
Though, for the noyse of Drums
And Timbrels loud,
Their children's cries unheard
That passed through fire
To his grim Idol.
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John Milton – Paradise Lost
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Earth: September 11, 2001
New York City
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"Thanks, Khalid," Susan acknowledged, one of the administrative assistants who worked in the World Trade Center. "You’re a peach, bailing us out like this at the last moment."
"Yes, Ma’am." Khalid Al-Nasiriya politely averted his eyes. He handed her the continental breakfast he’d just delivered to the 104th floor. "That is why we here. You need food for meeting. I make food. It’s all good."
He handed her the acceptance sheet. Susan scribbled her name, signifying the meal had been del
