It was a bleak cold morning, the sea was as lead in the sky.

The first three men had offered their lives to the drown God fearlessly, but the fourth was weak in faith and began to struggle as his lungs cried out for air.

Standing waist deep in the surf, Aaron seized the naked boy by the shoulders and pushed his head back down as he tried to snatch a breath.

Have courage, he said.

We came from the sea and to the sea we must return. Open your mouth and drink deep of God's blessing.

Fill your lungs with water, that you may die being born. It does no good to fight. The Great North, the Great North, it's a great wick, the Prophet, the Captain of Guards,

And Hannah's back.

I'm back.

No, I am back after last week's disaster that was not, well it wasn't really a disaster.

It could have been a disaster.

So it's good to be back for real.

You found your second life confidently?

Mm-hmm. Absolutely. I was drowned and brought back. What's dead could never die?

But rises. But rise again.

First off, hello to everyone.

We've been having a conversation with each other recording for that other show we do for

Patreon and that's been a lot of fun and it's a very fun Sunday and the gravity of these two chapters

has swiftly fallen upon us like it does most weeks, right?

But I think even now more so than before because we're traveling to places we have not yet traveled.

And two chapters here where they're very cryptic in terms of their names.

We don't know right off the bat who these people are because we get their titles as opposed to getting their actual name.

And it's exciting, yeah.

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