"And after the storm passed- it seemed endless- there, we saw the girl! And she cried out a sharp, piercing cry, like a bird come back to an empty nest, peering into its bed, and all the babies gone... Just so, when she sees the corpse bare she bursts into a long, shattering wail and calls down withering curses on te heads of all who did the work. An she scoops up dry dust, handfuls, quickly, and lifting a find bronze urn, lifting it high and pouring, she crowns the dead with three full libations. Soon as we saw we rushed her, closed on the kill like hunters, and she, she didn't flinch."
-The Sentry, "Antigone"
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