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medieval
heretic being led to the gallowshis loose-fitting shirt gaping open to reveal his pale
chesthis left pant leg rolled up to the kneeand his right sleeve rolled up to the elbow.
Around his neck hung a heavy rope noose―a “cable-tow” as the brethren called it.
Tonighthoweverlike the brethren bearing witnesshe was dressed as a master.
The assembly of brothers encircling him all were adorned in their full regalia of lambskin
apronssashesand white gloves. Around their necks hung ceremonial jewels that
glistened like ghostly eyes in the muted light. Many of these men held powerful stations
in lifeand yet the initiate knew their worldly ranks meant nothing within these walls.
Here all men were equalssworn brothers sharing a mystical bond.
As he surveyed the daunting assemblythe initiate wondered who on the outside would
ever believe that this collection of men would assemble in one place . . . much less this
place. The room looked like a holy sanctuary from the ancient world.
The truthhoweverwas stranger still.
I am just blocks away from the White House.
This colossal edificelocated at 1733 Sixteenth Street NW in WashingtonD.C.was a
replica of a pre-Christian temple―the temple of King Mauso [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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