Andrew Bonci

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That said, the terrible goddess swooped down to the earth and stirred Allecto, mother of sorrows, up from her den 380 where nightmare Furies lurk in hellish darkness. Allecto—a joy to her heart, the griefs of war, rage, and murderous plots, and grisly crimes.
The Aeneid
by Virgil
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