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those dusty little menin their dusty little librariesmuttering and frowningconfused and perplexedwar goddess? they murmuredsweet golden Aphrodite?and they shook their headsignorant(or maybe in denial)of the weapons wielded
by their sweet golden goddess:
deceptioncunning
perilous charm
sharper than any blade
[Written by Rebecca Buchanan.]
