It's a she: blindfolded, robed and crowned, and holding a set of scales in one hand and a sword in the other. It's also peculiarly indistinct, as though many different figures stand there, overlapping, constantly shifting in and out of phase with each other.
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It's a she: blindfolded, robed and crowned, and holding a set of scales in one hand and a sword in the other. It's also peculiarly indistinct, as though many different figures stand there, overlapping, constantly shifting in and out of phase with each other.
Something about it is maddeningly familiar.