BE IT that the Abyss blanched unbound furious under an incline desperately hangs on wing its own in advance of an ill-staged flight fallen back and covering the eruptions cutting short the surges most inwardly resumes the shadow buried in the deep by this alternate sail even adapting to the wingspan its yawning depth as great as the hull of a vessel listed to one or the other side
THE MASTER beyond the ancient calculus that maneuver with the age forgotten arisen inferring times past he would grasp the helm from this conflagration at his feet from the unanimous horizon that pre- pared itself tossed itself and mixed with the fist that would clasp it as one menaces a destiny and the winds the unique number which cannot be another Spirit to hurl it into the storm to refold division and pass on proud hesitates a corpse by the arm separated from the secret it holds rather than play as a hoary maniac the game in the name of the waves one invades the head flows in the submissive beard that shipwreck of the man directly without a ship no matter where vain
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