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Prophecy 2011. That which be Un-bound forever traileth inne the foot steppes of the Young Beaste.
Anathema Device frowned at the notecard that was laid out on her desk, along with three maps of Tadfield and every prophecy that made any reference to the Beast.
The margins of this particular card were, like all Agnes's prophecies, filled with the scribbled theorization of generation upon generation of Device ancestors.
The ancestors were divided into two main camps as to the nature and identity of “that which be Un-bound.” Some were of the opinion that Prophecy 2011 was clearly talking about the same entity elsewhere known as the Lesser Beast. Others held that it must have a more metaphorical meaning, and was presumably referring to the boundless evil that the Beast was sure to unleash when the time came.
As was usually the case with any given prophecy, there were a few other fringe interpretations as well; some more ridiculous than others, none of them remotely convincing.
Anathema wasn’t quite satisfied with any of the theories, but she also didn’t have a better idea. She sighed and went to get a cup of coffee before refocusing on one of the other prophecies. She would just have to hope that 2011 would become clear in time.
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Meanwhile, on the road to Hogback Wood, Adam Young jogged cheerfully towards the den where the Them were waiting for him. It was going to be a good day.
As usual, his trailing shoelace had come untied.