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... One of those names belonged to Myl—the apostle who oversaw the distribution of the Church’s wine, jams, and potions.
Myl patted his swollen belly.
It was a habit of his, something he did whenever he heard something he didn’t like—it always made his stomach feel queasy.
Of course, his plump gut didn’t really match the name of a martyr.
The original martyr Myl had starved to death, having cut flesh from his own legs to feed the hungry.
So yes, quite the cont ...
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