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NARRATOR: He struggled up sheer cliff faces, clutching at the rock for his life while tempestuous winds buffeted his body. |
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NARRATOR: He stumbled down torturous ravines, eluding gargoyles and phantoms, and passed through the ivory gates into the fiery maw of the underworld. |
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NARRATOR: He crossed the turbulent and deceitful Lethe, River of Forgetfulness, but he remembered not to drink of it. |
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NARRATOR: He
searched for days… and for weeks… and for months. |
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NARRATOR: (paced)
And then, one day… MUSIC: A building angelic chorus of voices |
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NARRATOR: …in a mystic shrine |
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NARRATOR: …at the edge of the world… |
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NARRATOR: …he found her! |
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NARRATOR: Truth was a wizened old woman with but a single tooth left in her head. Her hair hung down onto her shoulders in lank, greasy strands. The skin on her face was the brown of old parchment, stretched over prominent bones. |