This rocky shrine to the skull of a ruler grants no prayers. It has become
the grave of lamentations. Only the wind hears the voice of this place.
The cries of night creatures and the passing wonder of two moons, all say his
day has ended. No more supplicants come. The visitors have gone from the feast.
How bare the pathway down this mountain.

-- Lines at the Shrine of an Atreides Duke, Anon.
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