The Red Crown Among Heroes
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What if the prophet of the red crown failed and the bishops secluded themselves in the depths of the underworld, where they continued their rain over the cults? But what if it went far into the future and a tortured soul was the real prophet told in the prophecy of the red crown's return?
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