| Aaron dreams of a vast throng laboring across a plague-ridden land but singing a great chorale of praise-to what gods or heroes? Is Essella there in the vanguard? Is the throng headed for a promised land or . . .? |
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| See, Aaron, in the mirror of your dream.. . . queen and forest throng weaving the music of deliverance . . . but look . . . a rake of breathing fire . . . and that dark one furiously lanced. You, Aaron? Muse? Thrall of Eros? |