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A weird sound bounced along the walls after me: a mixture of keening and something guttural, something despairing and broken, like an old language articulated by the wrong tongue. A language of monsters.
No laughter, no crying, no speech leaked from that pit. Just a profound silence, as though they had willingly descended into death’s province. I imagined some pale king sitting on a terrible throne, the clouded eye of every silent woman and man staring at him in awestruck stupefaction.
