Santiago the Scribe

If you don't believe in me, I won't exist.

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# 22-19

 On a time, I saw a man brought low in the trials of Love, and Heart. I saw him rise to fame, for the skill he showed in the melee. I saw him take up a life of blood and madness, and with it, his damnation.

 Oh lost, and delirious soul. To gain the audience of them that dwell in Heaven above, one must forfeit the mortal life.

 God once spoke to me, out of the Storm. Now there is only silence.

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