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[Bailos]

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A small, burnt section of parchment floats on the wind, stumbling across the breeze

...(the beggining of the page is burnt off)...and then he ascended forth, from the depths! O, what glorious efreet doth carry him forth to the world, climbing mountains and turning them to dust.

His Will extrudes, unabated and incorrigible, from the epicenter. Bursting forth from the flesh of hypocrisy and climbing, in a great crescendo, like a tidal wave preparing to crash, with breakers and thunder and all the power of the natural universe onto the shores of treachery and false idolatry.

As the world drew its strength from the Will of the Master so too now he doth tap the land. A sundered hammer in hand, the stroke falls onto the capstone of false religion and shatters the villainy which prospers around it. Those Leeching from the essence of falsehood, the jailers, are sugared off in a tempestuous attack of fortitude and madness. The way is paved and.......(the rest of the page is burnt off)