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 ===Book Three: The Golden Age===
 ====Chapter 11: The Juggler====
-An aging architect, perhaps near the year of 80, surveyed one of his worksites, analyzing the progress of his laborers as one of them died on the site, sanctifying it, priming it. In the commotion a younger man, around 40, walks onto the site, claiming to be an old friend of the architect. And so, the workmen bring the intruder, Nate Silver, to meet the master architect, Nicholas Plainsong. The pair venture into London, the ageless Silver having expressed to Plainsong that this will be the day that he dies. As they trek, Nate asks Silver about the events long past, at Salomon's House, asking for clarity before death. Why the egg was stolen. Nick admits when asked, that yes, it was at Jeova's asking - Jeova was jealous that the gift went to another when he could do far more with it. But Nick has since found other patrons, unconcerned with Nate, and more concerned with his priming of the churches he builds. Soon there will be a purchase of time, and these churches are key.
+An aging architect, approaching 80, surveyed the laborers at one of his worksites, the death of one of them sanctifying it, priming it. In the commotion a younger man, no more than 40, walks onto the site. And so, the workmen bring the intruder, who claims to be an old friend of the architect, to meet their master, Nicholas Plainsong. The pair, Plainsong and Silver, venture into London, the ageless Silver knowing this will be the day that he dies. As they trek, Nate asks Plainsong about the events long past, Salomon's House, asking for clarity before death. Why he stole the egg. Nick admits when asked; it was at Jeova's asking - Jeova was jealous that the gift went to another when he could do far more with it. But Nick has since found other patrons, unconcerned with Nate - more concerned with his priming of the churches he builds. Soon there will be a purchase of time, and these churches are key.
-The two enter a brothel, an old favorite of Plainsong's, where Plainsong is instantly beset by the attentions of the various purveyors of wares. Nate finds himself largely uninterested, intrigued only by a woman in the corner who refused to join in with the rest and instead read off the French [[tarot]]. As he sat in front of Mademoiselle [[Machine (Newtons Sleep)|Machine]], he asked her if she had a card that represented herself, as she had earlier flipped The Magician in recognition of him. She turns over the [[Ace]] of Swords, and the two head up to her room to fuck. In the aftermath, Nate opens up the window to the room, and petals from outside begin to stream in, slowly at first, but faster and faster, enveloping in completely, drowning out everything else.
+The two enter a brothel, an old favorite of Plainsong's, who finds himself beset by the attentions of the various women. Nate finds himself largely uninterested, intrigued only by a woman in the corner who refused to join in with the rest, reading off the French [[tarot]]. He sits in front of Mademoiselle [[Machine (Newtons Sleep)|Machine]] and asks her if she had a card that represented herself; she had earlier flipped The Magician in recognition of him. She turns over the [[Ace]] of Swords, and the two head up to her room to fuck. In the afterglow, Nate opens up the window to the room, petals from outside begin to stream in, slowly at first, but faster and faster, enveloping him completely, erasing everything else.
 And then time ran in reverse.
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 But time went back no further.
-No, now Nate was strapped to a table, the Pilots standing over him, removing his physical self, extracting his soul from his flesh. And as the Pilots looked on they saw his soul was stitched together with another, an extra forty years of life added onto his - when he should have died on this day so long ago. But aside from that, nothing at all bizarre appears. And as the pilots express their confusion, as they try to understand this, the trap is sprung. A rush of darkness, of black ink, escapes from where the modification is made, devouring the Pilots, as Nate dies at last.
+No, now Nate was strapped to a table, the Pilots standing over him, excising his physical self, extracting his soul from his flesh. As the Pilots looked on they saw his soul was stitched together with another, an extra forty years of life added onto his; he should have died on this day so long ago. Aside from that? Nothing at all bizarre appears. As the pilots express their confusion, as they try to understand this, the trap is sprung. A rush of darkness, of black ink, escapes from where the modification is made, devouring the Pilots, as Nate dies at last.
 ====Chapter 12: The Public Burning====