Blind to the chiming corsairs of jealously guarded convention, he came from the clouds a crowning achievement of his benefactors, and made his home among the riffraff and refuse of rivalling realms. Before he can be stopped, he will rise from the gold embroidered silks and polished bakelite tiles to claim his title as King of the trash heap, the one true Munted Christ.
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