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Clearista loosed her maiden knot, wedding no mortal but Hades.
For at night the flutes were shrill at the bride's gate and the doors of the bridal chamber clashed; at dawn they cried out in lamentation and Hymen changed from silence to a mournful wail.
The same torches which lighted the bride-room showed the way underground to the dead girl.
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