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In the beginning was the word, and the word was in Them, and the word was Light. In Them was life, and the life was the Light of men. And the Light shone in the darkness, and the darkness did not embrace it. In the damp gloom of the dungeon, the clatter of tall leather boots treading on the carmine-red carpeted floor was deafening. The flames of the wax candles rippled and flickered restlessly, disturbed by the hem of the cloth cloak. Felix knelt before the Savior's throne; respectfully bowed his white head almost to Their feet. The burgundy eyes that cut through the thick, cloying blankness, looked up at Them with mute canine devotion. "You wanted to see me, Your Highness?"
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