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From beneath my flesh wakes the giver of hope. A six fingered hand in search of savior. From the heavens falls a golden key holding the power of fate's calling. Now united as one the hand and key...

What will you take with you when your life passes by? You have to have the best that money can buy. Material gain is all you cared about. You poor lost soul, you never know where to go. Now you missed...