If you came to believe a nothing somewhere, would you put it down for absolutely garnished? Could you handle its translucency, its majestic keening? Surely in these hoardes of ophidian graces, there are some called by names we understand. There is no abolishment in victory, no fantastical leaps to be made for the sake of adequacity. We merely stand
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