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November 19, 2020

The King grinned red. As he walked from the place. Where the traitor lost both his name and his face. Q

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” a contemporary observer wrote. “Then she sees him approach
always from the left side
and endeavored to throttle her.” Soon
and in this way he enters into her."
as if issuing from a dark cloud; she can never clearly describe his face)
as if issuing from a dark cloud; she can never clearly describe his face) coming towards her
feels as it were a cold hand which seizes the back of her neck
Magdalene complained of a spirit that had “flown upon her
pressed her down
she would fall victim to full possessions: An entity she referred to as the “Black One” would descend and supplant her consciousness with its own. “In the midst of her work she sees him in human form (a masculine shape in a frock

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