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PROLOGUE
No one remembers how The Holy Sandwich came to be, who built the temple where it resides or for how long it has been there. However, all know the Custodians who protect and observe the Sacred Relic. Clad in shimmering robes of pink and purple, their Holy Order stretches back centuries with a duty that few understand but all revere. The Custodians have certainly earned their 10% discount at all good cafes throughout the town.
Now, the Custodians will have their calm and peaceful observance disturbed by the dramatic arrival of someone they never thought they would ever meet…
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I must say, I enjoyed this story. It was whimsical, very-well written and a delightful commentary on religion and some people’s slavish devotion to it. The style and ludicrousness of the prose reminded me of Douglas Adams’ work. Well done!
Well written
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I must say, I enjoyed this story. It was whimsical, very-well written and a delightful commentary on religion and some people’s slavish devotion to it. The style and ludicrousness of the prose reminded me of Douglas Adams’ work. Well done!
Well written