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Type: Text When the sky had cleared, we gazed upon our fallen messiah. It's heavenly body loomed tall where it met the horizon, looking more like a cracked egg than the bringer of unity. Everyone felt the wave of discordance that followed. We turned to each other with anxious glances, faith draining from our faces. Was this what we had fought and died for? Was this the end of our religion? It was at that moment our cries were answered for a sound pierced the sky and filled our hearts. It was shrill and deafening at first but soon a voice emerged. "We are coming," it spoke. "Make ready the way." |
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