THE ANGEL-boisvert
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    once a large tower of hands and arms, almost like a centipede moving rapidly towards you, arms move, showing hands, then, hands move showing a mouth,the mouth then moves and says . . And It was said unto them that this was the price to be paid,a complex unending,but arid beyond all measure,in despair,they wept,not of sorrow,but bitterness,the avarice of their blind promise