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“Until now when he split the heavens and a mighty voice cried out to the corrupted… ‘BEGONE, THOU FOUL SMELL HATH REACHED MINE NOSTRILS, AND I SHALL STAND IT NO LONGER!’ And lo the hills were laid low, the fields were upturned, the rivers spilled their banks, and fire and brimstone rained down from the sky without end until, the mouse, the flying cyclops babe and I were all that remained as far as the eye could see upon the ruined landscape.”

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