It had been 25 since the end of the world. Stanford of the Scavengers wiped the nuclear grime off his forehead and pushed his yellow-tinted goggles back over his burnt face. Today was the day, he knew it. Stanford sifted lazily through the pile of dust and gore. Then he saw it- a flash of gold in a world of gray. Impulsively his greedy hands unearthed a rectangular object. Blue animal hide covered a few hundred leafs of golden-edged papers. Golden letters spelled out gibberish on the cover: THE HOLY BIBLE. Stanford sighed and threw it back into the filth. |
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really?
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