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CHAPTER LXIII

           (OPHIUCHUS)

           ALL WITH PERFECTION AND GOLD A VOICE ECHOES. 

           “Choices, it’s the freedom I grant to them as love is the reason they exist, as do you, Ophiuchus.”

           Closing His eyes as memory is knocking the reminding words, yet rather a longing and painful miss from the ONE and the only, He wanted to be in the beginning world. He slowly opens His eyes as he closely watches over his worlds and creation. To the books that lie the seven sins, the gates He needed to find to free the originals, the tools that He manipulated to have His very way, and the play He wrote as the perfect stage act to fulfill His only desire. He is counting the passing time where into His very realm is only an illusion and where it does not exist as He i

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