It is a turn of events. It never happened. Yet there is a body.
The wind hectored Achilles, brought exhaustion and battered his body, dragging it through the air as though across a battlefield.
His corpse tumbled from the heavens and landed in the courtyard of a church, hallowed ground, sanctuary.
There is no longer fear. There is no longer labor. There is only a body.
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