From the onset something was amiss antone could see. Ah but how I
detested confrontation in those days before the upheaval of all I once
held sacred and did wor****p daily at His alter of unending turpitude
.... but I'm getting ahead of myself. It was October, I recall becuase
I had just returned from burning O.U.R. rites in Sir Mason's large elm
in preparation for the autumnal feast. Of a sudded began a throbbing
in my region. "Ofcourse," I thought. "I've been expecting this." This
of course was a lie.
To be ended...
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