You’re worrying people. You can’t just go around saying that a god is dead!” “Gone, then. Dwindled . . . I think,” said Wazzer, her brow furrowing. “No longer with us . . .” “We still get the Abominations!” Wazzer tried to concentrate. “No, they’re not real. They’re like . . . echoes. Dead voices in an ancient cave, bouncing back and forth, the words changing, making nonsense . . . like flags that were used for signals but now just flap in the wind . . .” Wazzer’s eyes went unfocused and her voice altered, became more adult, more certain “. . . and they come from no god. There is no god here
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