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Sitting in his 13th century villa, he had no knowledge of the events he had set in motion. With the recipe of lasagne now burned to the future minds and tongues of coming generations, he would preserve life for many years past the coming of the Harbinger.
But this is not the savior of humanity, for the fruit of our collective souls would grow too heavy on the vine, pulling the scales past what any pasta pie could offer as recompense. The true savior had another name, and his story is one of suffering unimaginable, insanity untenable, a soul frayed, a love lost, and many many Mondays.
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