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Handwriting on a wall triggers memories of a child’s song, and forces the king of Babylon to face his past wrongs and his imminent death.
Here, now, I am waiting; in this gaping, gasping silence, in the midst of this blaring party, waiting; waiting for this supposed prophet…
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