β€˜Behold the morning star approaches. In his eyes the sun rays reflected. Our prince, the π’˜π’‰π’Šπ’•π’† 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔’ This is a thread on the c
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