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| - I pledged a believer to the Feast of the Grail.
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| - I forged a believer into a true instrument of Knock.
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| - I shaped a mighty believer from the fires of the Forge.
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| - I cast a believer onto the Lantern's path.
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| - I led a believer to the Wood of the Moth.
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| - I drew a believer to the endless Dance of the Heart.
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| - I sharpened a believer to their deadliest Edge.
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| - My trial was contentious. But thanks to the Inspector, here I am.
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| - I have made the necessary sacrifice to enter the Mansus through the Spider Door.
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| - I dedicated myself to the silence that comes and the cold that ends.
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- Church of the Bright Edge
| - I dedicated myself to the Hours of struggle and conquest.
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| - I will be honoured by my peers. And then, one day, I'll die.
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- Hairless and Imperishable
| - I wrestled the Forge to victory. I will not grow old.
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| - I worked. I slaved. I lived a sort of life.
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| - It has pleased the Peacock Door to yield to my entry.
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- In the Midst of my Life, in a Dark Wood
| - The Wood grows around the walls of the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls.
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| - I dedicated myself to the understanding of the Light that leaks from a fiercer place.
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| - Despair, the wolf that devours thought, devoured me.
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| - I dedicated myself to the mysteries of birth, blood and appetite.
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- Smooth Without, Red Within
| - I gorged on the fruits of the sticky Grail. I will not grow old.
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| - I dedicated myself to the study of the five Histories, and their thousand demi-real branches.
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- Society of the Holy Wound
| - I dedicated myself to the Hours which open doors.
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| - Speech may not pass the White Door, but I may.
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| - I conjured a creature from beyond the skin of the world.
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| - I dedicated myself to the drumbeat which can never end.
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- The Clock Striketh Twelve
| - I honoured my agreement, but I did not have a friend.
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| - The Sun has his course, and so do I.
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| - I walked behind the Watchman. I will not grow old.
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- Under An Appreciable Mental Strain
| - I no longer have any idea what is real, and what is not.
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| - I dedicated myself to the fire that changes and remakes.
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- What Has It Got In Its Pocketses?
| - I have answered the riddle of the Stag Door, and am counted among the Know.
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| - My body died. Perhaps my spirit entered the Mansus.
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| - I dedicated myself to chaos, and the unexpected Hours.
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