Salvador Dali Meditation on the Harp

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The loremaster shut his eyes and swallowed hard.
"I thought that my Lord would now be residing fully in the Dread Land," he managed.
"I am a wizard," said Greicha. "Death Himself must claim a wizard. And, aha, He doesn't appear to be in the soul out of the air and rolled it up until it was a point of painful light, and then He swallowed it.
Then He clapped spurs to his steed and it sprang into the air, sparks corruscating from its hooves.
"Lord Greicha!" whispered the old Loremaster, as the universe flickered around him.
"That was a mean trick," came the wizard's voice, a mere speck of sound disappearing into the infinite black dimensions.neighbourhood..."SHAL WE GO? asked Death.He was on a white horse, a horse of flesh and blood but red of eye and fiery of nostril, and He stretched out a bony hand and took Greicha's