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Chapter Ninety-Three: The War In Heaven
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... of sinister Tamōhuānchān amidst the mad and damned. The shadows of torches and pyres hardly lit up the thick shadows blanketing putrid rivers and ruins of a long dead world. The morning star of Quetzalcoatl had grown so distant I could barely see it anymore. Once a small sun, it had been reduced to a tiny white dot in a sea of black. Its faint glow struck me with the strength of a sharp rebuke, as was the absence of Quetzalcoatl’s priest Topiltzin.
The message was loud and clear.
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