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Last published Fri, Jul 15, 2022
''and beside them the keres (deaths) and the moirai (fates) on the battlefield was standing akhlys (achlys), dismal and dejected, green and pale, dirty-dry, fallen in on herself with hunger, knee-swollen, and the nails were grown long on her hands, and from her nostrils the drip kept running, and off her cheeks the blood dribbled to the ground, and she stood there, grinning forever, and the dust that had gathered and lay in heaps on her shoulders was muddy with tears.''
~ hesiod's account
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