Sebastian feels the influence of wild power. Stretching out across unprotected humanity, it is there pressing into his own thoughts, interrupting his words before he knows what to speak. Leering into his eyes from many strange faces. It lays siege to shy souls. How to escape it? Defeat it? Could he confront it? It bestows a disrupting passion upon him. It takes on the disfigured form of that Unknown, resting in the dark catacombs of the pierced and bloodied cliffside; the brittle bones of those unfortunates who dared battle the force where it lies wiped out, rendered spiritless as a sheath without its sword. Not all are Saint George with sheath and sword. Not all terrible unknowns can be sought in one place.
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