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She is known to antiquity as Pandora, and upon whose shoulders rest all the ills of mankind, that were all once held in a box of Her timeless remorse, and unlocked with the key of Her feminine curiosity . . . though still a box so built by Her own father’s hand, the self-serving ruse of a devious and deceitful liar, and to lay the shame, upon some lesser God’s name, and all to avenge, the gift of fire . . .
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from A StoryTeller’s Dream
Book III The Diamond – The Fourth DoveTail – The Secret of Prisms
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