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CCLVII

January 24, 2014

The night is dark and full of terrors. In
the little boat, with darkness all around,
we slipped in through the secret way and found
ourselves in perfect darkness. Clad in night,
she spoke to me, and asked if I was a
good man. “I’d say my parts are mixed, m’lady—
good and bad,” I said, and in the black
I heard the water chuckling against
the boards beneath out feet. “If half an onion’s
black with rot, it is a rotten onion,”
said the scarlet woman. “Man is good,
or he is evil.” Darkness swept upon
us, water rushed beneath our shadowed feet.
The night is dark and full of terrors.

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