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 Codrin was not sure what a prophet looked like, but the conversation with Dear dogged em all the way until ey was finally able to find Ezekiel and get him to agree to an interview.
 
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+What at first looked like a bundle of rags set in the middle of a rocky desert plain, slowly raised an arm up toward the sky. It was a shaky movement, looking almost exhausted, as though the movement caused it great pain. Surrounding the bundle was a scattering of what looked to be clay pots, each of which was lidded with a wooden stopper, and in the air was a foul scent.
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+"Ezekiel?"
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+A low rasp came from the pile of rags. "Codrin Balan. I have been waiting for you."
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+Unable to think of anything else to do, ey sat down next to the bundle of rags. Hidden within it may have been a face, but ey wasn't sure. "Waiting for me?"
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+"Yes. A voice from within spoke to me and I knew it to be that of the Lord, and I fell down upon my face, and it entered into me and set me back on my feet, and held out a scroll. He said to me, "Mortal, eat what is offered you. Eat this scroll." So I opened my mouth, and He gave me this scroll to eat, as he said to me, "Mortal, feed your stomach and fill your belly with this scroll that I give to you." And I ate it, and it tasted as sweet as hone to me."
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+A long pause followed, during which Codrin did not speak, but silently wished for the scent of honey, rather than the scent of something burning.
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+"And so I knew that you were to come and to take my story."
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+Ey nodded. "I've come to interview you, yes. A few members of the Ode clade suggested that I seek you out."
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+A dry rattle sounded from within the dusty rags, and it took em a moment to understand that this was laughter. "