Transcription: Too late... Too late... whispered the voices. Shrieked Medea and flung her red cloak about her. Head held high, her face like death and still beautiful, she went to warn the King of Athens. A young visitor planning evil would arrive soon, thanks be to far-seeing Athena, gray-eyed and wise, that she, Medea, could foretell and so avert future harm.
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