Perhaps it is now time for a break from the senseless violence and a tale of how I found Him. I discovered His existence in a library, where all true knowledge is to be found. The keeper of the library was a man named the Mulla, or at least that's who he is for now. His library was made up of endless books, far as the eye could see. I called for his assistance and he appeared, such as he can.
The Mulla wistfully wondered what I wanted. I told him I needed some proof that He lived. Within seconds a huge book was in my hands, a book of records. A thousand names and titles were in that book but there was only one that I was searching for, and sure enough, on the second-to-last page, I saw it. That was when I knew I could change my life's direction, and earn a new purpose. I dedicated my life to protecting Him using whatever means necessary.
Then the Mulla wailed.
Smoke rose from the pages beneath my fingers. The shelves around me caught fire and I couldn't see the exit through the chaos. I began crashing through whatever was in my way, running towards the nearest wall, or what I thought was a wall - the books just seemed to go on forever. I was going to burn in that library and there was nothing I could do about it.
Then Master appeared. Master saved me from a cruel fate, and carried me away. It has seemed to me that ever since that day I owe Master my life, even though I had already decided to pledge it to Him.
-Amontillado
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