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The patrons of the lofty society were delivered a message, inked in the blood of lions and mixed with the charcoal of cheetahs, that read "Whereupon so ever ye shall quest, and your toils diminish the land, be it on principle of might and free of faith in right, there you shall reap the rotten grain molded with the mildew of ten thousand suckers born every minute. Each day will bring less to your holds but still yet be filled only with more desperation as it will surely follow."

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