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"The love of men is a frigid thing, a mountain stream only three steps from the ice. We are his. Oh Stormfather.. we are his. It is but a thousand days, and the Everstorm comes."
- Collected on the first day of the week Palah of the month Shash of the year 1171, thirty-one seconds before death. Subject was a darkeyed pregnant woman of middle years. The child did not survive.
"Ten orders. We were loved, once. Why have you forsaken us, Almighty! Shard of my soul, where have you gone?"
- Collected on the second day of Kakash, year 1171, five seconds before death. Subject was a lighteyed woman in her third decade.
"You've killed me. Bastards, you've killed me! While the sun is still hot, I die!"
-Collected on the fifth day of the week Chach of the month Betab of the year 1171, ten second before death. Subject was a darkeyed soldier thirty-one years of age. Sample is considered questionable.