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Propitiation
'I' became aware. 'I' was no longer a part of the commune. 'I' was in 'That Place'. 'That Place' that lay in the non-space in the interstices between Her Glorious Light, His Absence of Light, and the Battlefield of Creation. It was time for 'my' Purgation. I opened my eyes and looked upon the roiling miasma that defines That Place. My nimbus was even darker that my surroundings with the misdeeds of eons of Guardianship. My ears where filled with the cacophony of a myriad voices...