![]() ![]() It was Lucifer’s foul imprecation, his embittered ad-dendum to the Throne’s sentence passed in the Heavenly Meadow. She will never pass out of adolescence-will die again and again and again at precisely the moment when she remembers your choice. It filled his head with something beyond sound, something inescapable: the haunting words of Lucinda’s curse. In the absence of sound, his imagination took over. Only thick darkness, and the blurry outline of what was left of Daniel’s soul. Where was he going? There was nothing before him and nothing behind. They hardly beat, and when they did, it made no impact on his fall. Then came the feeling of falling-a drop even his wings couldn’t prevent, as if the Throne had attached moons to them. ![]() ![]() In the space between Heaven and the Fall, deep in the unknowable distance, there was a moment when the glorious hum of Heaven disappeared and was replaced by a silence so profound that Daniel’s soul strained to make out any noise. ![]()
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