The mass of worshipers gather. Small oil lamps lead the wise and unsoiled down cobbled streets and into the hall. The moon washes the marble loggias lining the way with a bluish glow. Frozen divinities crowned in the night sky by constellations, stars and planets bearing their names and rehearsing their legends. Athena's dogs fight for scrap in the city's slum as servants of the huntress sleep off the exhaustion of wine, women, and song pursued till the wee hours with lost abandon.
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