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| Island of Lost Dreams |
"The scroll, please"
Amidst the perplexing disarray of intentions (everyone darted in different directions), one of the monks tripped.
"So?"
They said the turmoil was such that no one fetched the scroll.
"Considering the monk's broken leg will stay broken for a while, someone, get the scroll."
Everyone hurried.
After a while...
"There are two scrolls, Father. Which one...?"
He took a deep breath. There are two, they said... Two scrolls, one broken leg. And he felt like strangling someone and shoving a scroll down someone's throat. Then, there would be only one.
Hell. That's where he was heading, Hell.
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