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Well its just a start, and I'm going to continue building it up soon.
From the folds of his dark red robe, the gnarled old man pulled out a ragged leather book. Blowing out his mustaches, he opened the inconspicuos book and began. The words flowed from his mouth at a great rate. At first i could hear only a whisper but it quickly grew to a deafening roar. The cavernous walls arounds us amplified the sound. Each word seemed to stand out to me individually. The old man's chanting slowed and a form coelesced in front of my very eyes. 
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