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Audit text log #25-3A
(Soft coughing is heard) ".... What we know about this entity is little. What he's done however, its much. Much more than any god bearer could conjure. To say he's something unrelated is likely. Albeit, worrying for us."
Salem, 1692
#art
"She hath walked with a wooden stride in her style. Cracking, liketh deer horns clashing in the winter night. She stumbled forward. No goal in mind. Her face Gut-Foundered with Glee and excitement.
She haulted in the Harthy Earthy air and wailed the devils song."