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The Clarion of Vainglory hath transpierced my Meekness; My resolute Will hath expunged the very syllable of Defeat. I stand unconquerable... a Lord of Ashes! Having forsook the Maker’s Clemency— For the hollow Gilding of my own Soul
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
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