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>The armored missionary spoke fervently of the Risen God and the salvation He offered, but her words faltered each time her eyes drifted upward—to the blasphemy perched atop the ogre’s head. There, nestled between the knobby green ridges, sat a tiny inn with a tiled roof and a crooked chimney puffing smoke. Within its warm glow scurried minuscule creatures who sang hymns not to her god, but to the ogre himself.
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