There is no agony and no solace left; Earth can console, Heaven can torment, no more "Prometheus Unbound"
The coroner's intent look which had more or less sustained me through this ordeal, remained fixed upon my face as though he were still anxious to see me exonerate myself. How much did he know? That was the question. "How much did he know"?
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