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Behold my gift... the secret art of Ecclesia.
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One day man shall look to dawn, without need to fear the darkness.
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A double? I won't let you stop me.
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My master never covered this, but I judge you my enemy.
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Darkness, face the dawn.
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I cannot lose. Combat is my sole reason for living.
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That is the power of our glyphs, the mighty art of Ecclesia.
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Which of us is real? With no memory... does it matter?
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