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They call me Medusa, a monster forgotten; and here? No katharevusa. The fickle-eyed ancient damned my life in a proxy fight; jealous? Of what, the rape of an innocent acolyte? The lust of a capricious potency,
It started with that movie. That one with Morgan Freeman. As the opening credits rolled in, that voice came into my ears. Like soft grating gravel. Invictus.