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At a moonless
night, Hermes of Kyllene waves his golden wand delivering the shades to
home of death at the world's end. They have to go down dank ways, over grey
Ocean tides and the Snowny Rock, past shores of Dream and narrows of the sunset.
The journey seems long but the flight is swift. I heard faint cries and
shivery babbles of the shades passing by Michelle Field, bodies chained,
souls insubstantial; cried.
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