Diego Rivera View of Toledo

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dishevelled star, and lifted the Archchancellor's hat out of its box. It felt rather heavier than he'd expected. The octarines around the crown were glowing faintly.
He lowered it into the leaden, freezing past, one behind the other, watched him with blank grey eyes.
That's why it's so cold, he told himself, the warmth seeps into the dead world. Oh, no ...
When the hat spoke, he saw two hundred pairs of pale lips move.carefully on to his new hairstyle, clutch­ing the brim tightly in case he felt the first icy chill.In fact he simply felt incredibly light. And there was a feeling of great knowledge and power - not actually pre­sent, but just, mentally speaking, on the tip of his metaphorical tongue.Odd scraps of memory flickered across his mind, and they weren't any memories he remembered remember­ing before. He probed gently, as one touches a hollow tooth with the tongue, and there they were -Two hundred dead Archchancellors, dwindling