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(The crowded acolytes stare up at the gesticulating figure of the wizard, on top of the cage-structure. The wizard holds a short staff with strange devices)

XUNDÍTRIGGAR: REJOICE, ACOLYTES! We are past the end of it. (Gesturing towards the gate of Two-Legs) Look you, acolytes-- upon the blankness of unremembering death:

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