Shadwell threw down his gun, and-though he had no taste for abattoirs-forced himself to survey the carnage before him. It was, he knew, the responsibility of one aspiring to godhood never to look away. Willful ignorance was the last refuge of humanity, and that was a condition he would soon have transcended. And, when he studied the scene, it wasn't so unbearable. He could look at the tumble of corpses and see them for the empty sacks they were.
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