“For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather,
there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do
they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind.
What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The
toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear?
The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat
flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth....Such are
the autumn people.”
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