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Undelivered Prayer Book
You're not the only one who can draw others into play, old friend.
At midnight, paradise shall be born, eternal and transcendent because of me.
Our paths still diverge, and when we meet again, you'll curse my name.
But Mikhail...
I want to fix your clock, too.
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