DEVOUR THE GODS: COLLECTORS
The small print calls them Collectors. Sent on grisly god-errand, hounds amongst dead men walking, they hunt down the ticking staccato of deserved fate, wherever it leads. As above and so below, in the dark and so too in the light, they come for the internal brace, the dearly beloved paradox that scintillates throbbing blue.
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