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“She died.” Djove repeated this with as much credulity as he had to offer. “The Eternal Mother of Emperors, the Moon Incarnate, the Lady of Night, died.” “She spent the last of Herself, killing the First and Second Terrors.” This was news to him. “And Her body?” “We ate Her, at her request.”
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