"We saw Him come through dawn like mist
And come unto us, beseeching the day from his form
And to fill us with the night that made him
So that he find a womb within our sin
Should our sin grow within us and, in time, escape us
Such is the gift of Zaazenach"
Fourth Scroll: The Ghosts of My Children, Passage 4
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