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The Magician
I would read my books into the night illuminated by candlelight. I studied ancient philosophy, from mandrake root to alchemy.
The time had come to perform the act, and most diabolical evil pact, the circle drawn the robes to fit the hood adorned the incense lit.
The bell struck midnight and the time was now to conjure most foul demon of hell. As the conjuration words were spoken the barrier between this world and there's was broken.
And all at once appeared to me a hideous monstrosity, Beezlebub the Lord of flies and evil Lord and master of lies.
Power, wealth and prosperity these where the riches offered by he, but in return a small price to pay my immortal soul would be taken that day.
I looked him squarely in the eyes and told him not to use his lies, my will was strong and I stood my ground and no weakness or greed would be found.
Riches and gold I did not seek and my immortal soul I wanted to keep. We said farewell and we went our ways with no wants or desires and no souls to pay.
The moral of the story is plain to see that nothing in life will ever be free.
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