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WENDY WAS DRAWN INTO THE NUCLEUS
of the bronzed effigies where their voices were most unmistakable.
The mesmerized young student stood silent and motionless in the
strange circle, unable to escape the lure of the grand statues
that whispered of a world once resplendent beyond all human
comprehension. These foreign notions filled the young student
with terror and confusion since none of the ancient books and
manuscripts moldering in the underground caverns corroborated
such a profoundly radical departure of thought. Scholars, who
had ventured into the stony, unlit depths to study the ancient
moldy volumes, had, upon their hasty return, sworn a sacred oath
that none of the still-discernable writings contained references
to a world free of darkness and noxious vapors. The only remaining
books, they vowed, told of ancient and forgotten sports. From sheer
absence of traces that might suggest otherwise it had therefore
become universally acknowledged that contemporary scientists had
created the roaming seas of wildflowers, the dense, luscious
thickets, and the frail trees upon which a colorful assembly
of small nervous birds sat and twittered. To say such things
of awe and beauty existed in the time-digested ages was a
desecration of all held holy and sacrosanct. Writing anything
to the contrary was blasphemous and cause for immediate banishment,
and it was thought dangerous even to entertain such rebellious
notions within the silent confines of one’s own black thoughts.
Reprinted with permission
from "Circle of Amulet Statues"
Copyright © 2003
by Norbert Zaenglein
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