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As it was foretold. "Tales of golden fruit that is not gold, a wheeled cart as a fish possessed of much speed, and the sound of a voice as carried by threads fine as hair, for a thousand voices to hear. Something about peas or beans or pods or something, what, you think I'm psychic?"
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