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"Patience.
That It had...in abundance.
Watching.
Wanting.
Waiting for the time.
Then It would feed.
Then they would know suffering.
The thought made it smile.
Nothing else could.
Soon It's centuries of entombment would seem like a moment passed….
For the signs were there.
The words had been spoken.
The Time had arrived.
And no one, no 'thing' would ever be the same."
