The gnashing of teeth calls me closer to her chamber, the sibilant smiles, like velvet on smoke. The silver barrel slides softly against my hip, resting their power like the brilliance of day. We stride arrogantly into the chamber, our fingers tense at our sides, our small blades hidden well beneath leather, closer to that which lies within...
The others feel it too, her boisterous beauty, her silent temptation. Clanging dully against that mirage that our imaginations have sprung up before us, we feel like defilers in this holy place, knowing our memories to be true, the legends are real, our presence is as a gnat upon the beasts back, a nuisance, an irritation, a sore on the canvas of perfection.
We strode forward, unsheathing our pistols and blades, and went to kill the goddess....
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