The rule book

Every feast, whose slyness is subject to temporal justification, formed in an ancient hour, proves itself to be enduring. In transparent frugality, the accomplished action boasts itself, close to the deeds of others. He whose hand serves his own descendancy moulds the path of his downfall. The filing of the old degree cuts off every new one, the narrowness of the scope is subject to the unapproachable expanse. Those seeds, once scattered, long since discarded for the one-sided purpose. Courage's modesty imagines the ray's power in pausing, space loosens all clinging.

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