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A Pretty Device of the Fathers


A dagger (whose bone haft the iceberg locks)Prime diamond in the nights of polar cold:Sharpened by shamans haloed in white fox,Their faces bland (obols of scythian gold)—Butt fused in ice: the uncanny tool upstandingWhetted so fine it sang in the [...]

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