"Jack Womack - Visions Of A Radiant City" - читать интересную книгу автора (Womack Jack)

from their flesh. Tendon sprang loose of muscle, muscle slipped from bone, and still the applause grew
louder. Bloody spray resettle as opaque fog, enshrouding the crowd. As the people vanished within the
red cloud, they continued to cheer the moon for having delivered the darkness they craved. In the moon's
face was the silent, mustachioed face of the Father of Night: the man after our won hears, the man who
knew you better than you would ever know yourself.

Why did no one realize that if we built hell on earth there would be nothing to look forward to?


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