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Then the pain passed. It is best. We are one of the Damned. THEN THE PAIN PASSED IT IS BEST WE ARE ONE OF THE DAMNED
 upon the air of the City. So we walked on, our box in our arms, our heart empty. We are doomed. Whatever days are left to us, we shall spend them alone. And we have heard of the corruption to be found in solitude. We have torn ourselves from the truth which is our brother men, and there is no road back for us, and no redemption. We know these things, but we do not care. We care for nothing on earth. We are tired. Only the glass box in our arms is like a living heart that gives us strength. We have lied to ourselves. We have not built this box for the good of our brothers. We built it for its own sake. It is above all our brothers to us, and its truth above their truth. Why wonder about this? We have not many days to live. We are walking to the fangs awaiting us somewhere among the great, silent trees. There is not a thing behind us to regret. Then a blow of pain struck us, our first and our only. We thought of the Golden One. We thought of the Golden One whom we shall never see again. HE CITY AND THE AIR THAT TOUCHES UPON THE AIR OF THE CITY SO WE WALKED ON OUR BOX IN OUR ARMS OUR HEART EMPTY WE ARE DOOMED WHATEVER DAYS ARE LEFT TO US WE SHALL SPEND THEM ALONE AND WE HAVE HEARD OF THE CORRUPTION TO BE FOUND IN SOLITUDE WE HAVE TORN OURSELVES FROM THE TRUTH WHICH IS OUR BROTHER MEN AND THERE IS NO ROAD BACK FOR US AND NO REDEMPTION WE KNOW THESE THINGS BUT WE DO NOT CARE WE CARE FOR NOTHING ON EARTH WE ARE TIRED ONLY THE GLASS BOX IN OUR ARMS IS LIKE A LIVING HEART THAT GIVES US STRENGTH WE HAVE LIED TO OURSELVES WE HAVE NOT BUILT THIS BOX FOR THE GOOD OF OUR BROTHERS WE BUILT IT FOR ITS OWN SAKE IT IS ABOVE ALL OUR BROTHERS TO US IT IS TRUTH ABOVE THEIR TRUTH WHY WONDER ABOUT THIS WE HAVE NOT MANY DAYS TO LIVE WE ARE WALKING TO THE FANGS AWAITING US SOMEWHERE AMONG THE GREAT SILENT TREES THERE IS NOT A THING BEHIND US TO REGRET THEN A BLOW OF PAIN STRUCK US OUR FIRST AND OUR ONLY WE THOUGHT OF THE GOLDEN ONE WE THOUGHT OF THE GOLDEN ONE WHOM WE SHALL NEVER SEE AGAIN
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