Long ago, in the Holy City, there lived two young prophets.
The first spoke beautiful and eloquent words which were written down upon sacred pages
and passed on through the centuries.
The second prophet however spoke nothing.
Only a painful and wondrous Silence rested upon his lips.
And strange to relate, even to this day, the second prophet's Silence lives upon the people's lips,
more so than that other prophet's words.
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