It haunts my thoughts. An amorphous memory slithering as they doubtlessly still do, under frozen mountains and midnight seas.
“Tekeli-li!”
The cry of half-free slaves in unlit cities.
“Tekeli-li!”
The words of their long dead creators.
“Tekeli-li!”
We are the masters!
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