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Bishop Andrei signaled to the inquisitors. The door of the brewery closed as the last person entered its door. The brewery sat on a relatively open plain. The only place to hide nearby was a collapsed grain silo. The Bishop leaned against a collapsed wall and watched as the people entered.

He heard a cracking sound as the brewery’s backdoor opened. The man entered with a book in his hand, the door closing behind him. It was most likely a doomsday cultist referred to as the ‘teach ...

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