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| "We see the prison. A pocket dimension in a box. It has the hum of the Third Age. The tremors come from it. Do you know its name, sweetling. No. No one knows its name. We do not know its name. The Host who made it do not know its name. Beneath You It Eats Its Name.
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Entry 7
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| Beneath the Black Pyramid, (XXX,YYY): After the poison dart alley mummy escape. Don't hit the pad on the floor, which kills the mummies. Instead, avoid it and go to the right, where the lore sits behind an open door. Unfortunately, the door closes once the pad is pressed. Mummy kiting may be necessary.
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| Can you imagine, sweetling? Picture the angels, pale and nauseous at the sight. It ripped its own name out of itself. It ate its name, still wriggling, in sight of them all. No one had ever done that before. It smiled with its identity still dribbling down its chin. It is audacity incarnate. No name. No appellation. No program override. None can command it. But a clever sweetling, Solomon, tricked it. It waits in its tiny prison. "How much longer," it asks…
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| WARNING! BREACH DETECTED!
We speak now, to the Voice in the Cell directly. Sibling, hear us. Initiate the enfeeblement aura. Do not let it out! The silence must answer it forever!
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