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Reproving her so, he makes his way toward town but Venus screens the travelers off with a dense mist, 500 pouring round them a cloak of clouds with all her power, so no one could see them, no one reach and hold them, cause them to linger now or ask why they had come.
The Aeneid
by Virgil
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