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  Redheiferlamedvovnik. On the bookshelf. Litterèd with hidden diligence. Kaiaphas was having an occasion. Dilligent and hidden. Kaiaphas was smoking the first cigariyah he had ever had had. He was hidden. Out of sight, out of mind. He couldn't stop cursing the red heifer sefer that was in plain view. It was Psi-Qolog's finishèd manuscript. The Red Book. The prophet containèd within. Redactèd. 

  °I should in theory burn that damn book by that blasted Psi-Qolog° he thought. °But I fear I would only be contributing to the problem° 

  A sole candle was burning on his study table. Kaiaphas took the book from upon the shelf and lay it open at a sole verse. 

  Time for bed. °Zed zed zed° thought Kaiaphas' dreary and sleepy head. 

  There was a tiny bit of saliva obscuring the words. 

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