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You couldn't terrorise anyone more. You couldn't dream a more agonising
torture to curse. Not only to a living group of people (Unwitting. Acting in
good faith. Going about their business. Dreaming their dreams. Praying
their prayers) but all their generations to follow. Nightmare without end.
Ongoing terror. Undiminished. Hopeless. A more dastardly act was never
conceived, performed, perpetuated. Even the bronze age had the merciful
decency to raze communities to the ground. You wouldn't wish this fate on
your worst. You'd stop short. Hold back. No. You wouldn't wish Australia on
anyone. Not on anyone's country. Not on anyone's people. Ever.