“The droning of the Sutras washed over Satoshi as he entered the Temple, the voice of the member of the faithful chosen for the honour catching with emotion, ‘And so did fire rain down upon Her face, for her children had betrayed her.’
‘Inane rubbish,’ Satoshi thought to himself as he donned the heavy metal chain that all penitents were required to wear.”
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Luke E.T. Hindmarsh,
Mercury's Son