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Text : Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But fear now. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul. You, the condemned, you have confessed. You admit to protecting a queen who twists the word of God and drowns all Spain in sin. Your queen seeks immortality on Earth. A false paradise. This is heresy. She leads you towards vanity away from the Spirit. But this is foolishness for death exists. Chaque paragraphe sera un test.

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