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It was not the deceit that I was bothered by but instead the lies and the injustice 
through false preach and practice of a rule considered golden. I in turn vowed 
vengeance upon the lass that felt wise and sly in the breaking of said rule and set 
forth to derive a plan, the plan a lesson that would teach so deep as to chill the 
blood; ensuring the rule never to be broken again and allowing for its return to 
golden. The plan was drawn slowly and carefully like the execution of such plan will 
be. Creating multiple roads for investigation all with dead ends, false starts and 
sharp surprise; all the while carefully through time, inch by overlapping inch in 
stealth towards climax. False clues for fun with hints of no relevance, never ever 
shall I stray from what will be done. Day bled into day and so forth finds me fine 
tuning from evil edge to beautiful core what is already I am sure a masterpiece of 
plans. Early stages of watching and documenting habits as well as the habitats and 
lives of those listed, hundreds of random keys tried in locks, finding fits. Alas! Ten 
keys too turn, ten doors open at will, silent will.

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