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[wp] Ducking along the catwalk you prepare to take down the sick cultists. Below they chant, “Blood for the blood god! Meat for the meat god! Skin for Paul!” You meet eyes with a hostage, nodding reassuringly. Everything will be alright. There’s a clatter behind you, then a whisper. “Hi, i’m paul. “
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