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A Horror of Love

We who live beneath the Earth, we are not as you.

We come not so easily unto fear as you surface dwellers. Where you see spiders and snakes, we see food. Where you see eyesight devouring darkness, we see the deeplight. Where you see caverns barely wide enough to squeeze through, this is our world.

We live where you fear, and thus come not easily unto fear.

So let that sink in while I begin this tale.

It is not a tale of fear, but of love. Another thing that comes more readily to you softlings than to real people.

We who identify each other by smell and by touch do not need names as you surface beings do. To us, she was just She Who Speaks. You would call her a chieftan, but that is your ignorance. You would call her an Adept of Earth, but again that is your lack of understanding.

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