Preamble

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The organ emits a beautiful yet unsettling tune, seeping from it's pipes and flowing all throughout the temple. A glass painting of an ancient saint lay shattered across the hard stone floor. His eyes starring up at the man playing the tune. Cloaked in black, dawning a clunky metal helmet, and his rifle rests aside the organ. Sun beams down on the man, illuminating him through the large hole blown open earlier that day. Our saint has no choice but to look up at the man in black, playing his new song on the ancient instrument.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 04, 2019 ⏰

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