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The Evil Echo of Solomon Rose

The evil echo came, a gloaming in the dark, 'pon belly bowering and crawing for the Mark, to Solomon Rose the same, who sang the names of yore, and with it brought his evil forth, a gibbering from the moor. My branches shook and writhed, and standing did I shriek, 'why callest thou me, thou thawing thorn, what sorrows dost thou seek?' Old Solomon shook and shivered, but dreaming of Lenore, 'pon his evil he shed his mind, and cast it in the gore. "I'm Solomon," he said, "and my servants you shall be, 'til earth and sky begin to shake, and the sieves of time begin to seep." Then he found us, and bound us, and sent us off to dream, 'til finally watchful waiting, our senses fading, his evil echo slithered off to sleep.
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