#0100. The stained glass bookends of a life lived in cathedrals falls and it shatters open and from it spill the first of twenty one secrets. All of it spills out like blood from the stained glass bookends. They leak and flounder on the tile floor of the church basement. Hidden in the various forbidden closets and stairwells. Near the belfry and the frayed rope that sounds the alarm. In that library, you will find all twenty one secrets. Twenty one names of God. The first name, we have seen it so much of course, is Alice. Alice. Alice. Alice.
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