My voice bathes the hall's fortifications, stone and ancient, breaking left to right and up to down in constant, wobbling echoes. The masses stare up at me, not privy to the intensity with which I scan their ranks. It's strikingly funereal, which is ironic since no one has died. Yet.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Arcade Fire, My Body Is A Cage
This reminds me of Tyrion Lannister. I don't know.
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