I am Gabriel Quint, archpriest of the Girardot worshippers. Lately, a lot of weird things have been happening to our order. Time would just skip by for us. We didn't realize it at first. but it became more and more obvious.
Especially when we have meetings, the position of the sun changes incredibly fast. The problem became infinitely worse when we found Regis all dried up in his room. One by one, our more, let's say, "fanatic" members dropped like flies. Terror gripped our small order. Oh, Girardot, have mercy on us!
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