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...if it ever was.

“What are you reading?” A pleasant voice lyrically enquired of me. I looked up from the page and found myself greeted by the most ..

that sound which does not grow silent in my blood

That which is noble...

I kneel...

So spoken I shall not forswear it.

I do attest to the title

My beloved exile and pauper, Noble souled inheritor of Chaeronea, Softly spoken your voice, And light your tread on the pages of posterit..

Self-explanatory really...

A dramatic conversation...