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| | The Brazen Bull by Simon Whitechapel |
 | | And the shape was a bull of bronze, five times as high as the tallest man, and correspondingly broad, and cast in such fashion as though to suggest that it were bellowing a challenge to some rival. |
 | | The leaping flames urged the bull's bellow higher, one, two, three, four, five heartbeats, and then it was slackening again, swiftly, like blood draining into the dust of the desert of Yihh, and presently had died away to nothing, and the crackle and song of the pyre could be clearly heard. |
 | | He paid in that his sleep was haunted for many months afterwards with the bellowing of the brazen bull, and he would wake often in the night sweating and sick from a dream in which he himself danced and shrieked inside the burning bronze belly. |
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