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[At first, it's silent but for breathing, heavy with melancholy. Several seconds pass before a quiet voice.]
"It shrilled terror to the ears that heard it through the hall's side-wall, the grisly plaint of God's enemy, his song of ill success, the sobs of the damned one bewailing his pain."
[A click as the voice feed shuts off.]
"It shrilled terror to the ears that heard it through the hall's side-wall, the grisly plaint of God's enemy, his song of ill success, the sobs of the damned one bewailing his pain."
[A click as the voice feed shuts off.]
