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The black side to life. Pride, hate, fear. Not evil—that is something else. Antimone merely watches what we do to ourselves and each other. Her tears, it is said, water every battlefield, every sundered marriage-bed. She is un-luck, the ruin of life. But only because she is there when it happens. The deeds, the atrocities—those we do to ourselves.
