Written by Sri Vishal Narlanka Illustration by Sri Vishal Narlanka Filed Under: The Seven Crows and the Man Who Scrubbed Archive Entry: #41025 | Condition: Unresolved Recovered from: The Sealed Wing Note: A restricted entry transcribed by ————, Third Keeper of the Hollow Archive. Marked: "Not for light. Not for forgiveness." We once considered it a phrase of ridicule - Deus Ex Machina, the God from the Machine. But we misunderstood. The Machine is God. The Deus ex Machina -

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