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I've spent enough time in my Dark Labyrinth.........and have heard from pink-faced Hittite griffins that watch from behind dark clouds, that I need a little honey with the whey in my golden bowl.......where are those bread crumbs that I left along the way, Petronius? I'm hungry for some sweet nectar and a cake of manna, be it bdellium....be it but the whooshing of butterfly wings.......

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