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The Crushed Flower and Other Stories

CHAPTER II
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Let us drink and laugh, Khorre.

That organist lies.
Sing something for me, Khorre--you sing well.

In your hoarse voice I hear the creaking of ropes.

Your refrain is like a sail that is torn by the storm.

Sing, sailor!" Khorre nods his head gloomily.
"No, I will not sing." "Then I shall force you to pray as they prayed!" "You will not force me to pray, either.


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