She arrives in chimes. The... «A Stranger in Olondria»
RamingoWS17 августа 2018She arrives in chimes. The air tolls and bellows. Now I understand that light has a sound. She is an absolute stranger to me: she is stranger than the effulgent sea, more alien than the pale coast, the foreign city. In vain I sob: "Ghost, begone, your hair is under the mountain" — the chant of frightened children under far trees. "Help," I scream. To no one. And the ghost answers: "No. You help me."
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