Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and the moon were pulling, and the film of water on the earth planet was held, bulging slightly on one side while the solid core turned Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!
The beast struggled forward, broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water.
Here invisible yet strong, was the taboo of old life.
The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble
That was murder
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