Attempts to resolve the Quandary:
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One thousand years my soul impawned to the Master of Deceit, in this my final hour I make my final request, an odd request, done at the behest the self-styled Master of Balneology, to whom I confessed my deepest regrets, and, as lie in the sea, John, my new Master smiles his wry smile and says ”you are baptized, go and sin no more”, and as I die, deus ex machina, I am reborn into the light, hearing as I go my former Master, who does not like to lose a soul, torment the unrepented, their flesh torn and severed on his horns, blistered by his fires and made pestulent by his very touch; I am redeemed, Happy Easter.
(by fdrisc)
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