It was a strange time. Over us, every second, hung the terror of Achilles’ destiny, while the murmurs of war among the gods grew louder. But even I could not fill each minute with fear. I’ve heard that men who lived by waterfall cease to hear it-in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent of his doom. The months passed, and I could go a whole day without looking over the precipice of his death.
— Dec 13, 2025 11:13PM
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