By Carmanor's grace, neither sin nor guilt haunteth your sacred halls. Thou art Lukegenes and a tamer of wolves. Ô, Phanaios, thou bringest light. In chasm and adyton, thy voice is one of nectar and holy honey; leader of muses. By virtue of fumes and oleander, Pythia uttereth prophecy.
Art by Alexander Preuss
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