Time is on my side
guess these ministers and lawyers who pass the night bowed to torture the Constitution - as Kabbalists, as was the Necronomicon - to squeeze new spells. To squeeze time .
And in the morning, ready to race and there by the king to bow handing the proud new gift: an amulet, a potion of eternal youth, the formula of a new spell that enslaved their enemies.
Fragments time again for that old body, surrounded by a crowd of servants, customers, and charlatans terrified that everything can fall apart, that the Red Death manages to creep into the dance, which decides the forest of Birnam to move towards the castle.
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