| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - On the wall, ravenous embers ate their way through ashen flowers of decorative paper, consuming their meal like iridescent termites; beneath the doily-lace pattern of the resulting destruction, exposed coats of ancient paint boiled and bubbled like the layers of fat found under oily flesh.They say that one's eyes are a window to their soul, the monster continued in a mulling sort of murmur, cool
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