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They thought me dead, but I still live...
The Filth of this Land, Kings of the Wicked, they want you dead.
By Faith and Fire...
The enemies of righteousness pursue cruelty and decadence. Vicious and petty, they scheme against all good things and good men. We will root them out. With mail-clad fists and silver-edged blades, we will purify this land of their foulness.
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