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... e first to shun the cowardly. He was a rare breed of god, one that loved his people and used humor as his medicine. To this day his lighthouse stands, held by his cold dead hands as his body rots away under the island named after him.
Of course, it wasn't the passage of time that had gotten his mortal soul, but the jealous gods who couldn't stand his simplicity. Threatened by their own security while looking at him smiling away and playing tricks like a whimsical child, they plotted and ...
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