And he said unto them, after the moon had sailed across the sky no less then seventeen times: "I have returned!" and looking around him he found that not much had changed in his absence. "Boy, has everyone been napping?"
And Osse looked westward and proclaimed; "Yonder lies Los Angeles, land of the golden sun, land of the burning lung!" And lo! a great shadow appeared to rise out of the east, and born upon the shadow, many stars gleamed like mithril. The shadow-light surged acroos the sky, banishing the unholy light. But then Osse's heart was pierced with dread; for the stars slowly dimmed, then were quenched. For no light could pierce the dreadful smog of that haunted vale.
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'A thinking tyrant, it seemed to Vetinari, had a much harder job than a ruler raised to power by some idiot system like democracy. At least HE could tell the people he was THEIR fault.'
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