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I can smell the bad blood that still stains these superficially spotless halls and passages. Vengeance, and power mean nothing to the dead. Silken scars ordain your memory... Does courage, or valor, have mass where you are? Lost your body. I'm here, in the ocean. Past the sand and desert, and in the stones... we left the rest in our spotless halls, dried up bones, and bone dry homes.