This is a place of grief and sorrow.
Its torments and troubles are far
beyond imagination. It was fanned
for a thousand years till it became
quite red, then it was fanned for a
further thousand years till it
became white, and again it was
fanned for a thousand years till it
became black. Now it is quite
black and dark.
Its torments and troubles are far
beyond imagination. It was fanned
for a thousand years till it became
quite red, then it was fanned for a
further thousand years till it
became white, and again it was
fanned for a thousand years till it
became black. Now it is quite
black and dark.
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