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insure you have little company, and many were the trials I was forced to
undertake in order to stand before you. Yet I am glad to see you once again,
Ravel - time has not dulled your beauty, I see."
"Your answers..." Ravel's eyes glinted, and her lips peeled back in a
grotesque smile. "Your words are soothing and have not been heard in such
a time... they stir even my black-brambled heart. No matter where your
memories be, your charms remain, pretty thing..."
"Nay, it is your charms that persist, beautiful Ravel."
"Of charms, enchantments, beguilements... all these Ravel has mastered...
yet, there is much it seems you could teach I..."
"Ahhhh, yessss. The third and last question... is this..." As Ravel opened her
mouth to speak her final question, I was suddenly gripped with the terrible
realization that this final question had murdered many others to whom it
has been asked. I knew what it was, and I felt it welling up within me,
compelled to ask it.
"What can change the nature of a man?"
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“What can change the nature of a man?" I murmured, repeating her words
even as she spoke them.
"I see you have not forgotten..." Ravel smiled, her yellow fangs gleaming.
"What is your answer?"
The words came out in a crackling hiss, like crumbling ash flaking away from
a guttering fire. Hundreds, perhaps thousands had died because of those
words. Each one was a petitioner for Ravel's wisdom, each daring to think
that they could provide the answer. Each died slowly and horribly, driven
mad with nightmares or wracked with blinding agony until those nearby
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