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On the twenty-fourth day of the first month, as I stood on the bank of the great river, the Tigris, I looked up and saw a man dressed in linen, with a belt of pure gold around his waist. His body was like beryl, his face shone like lightning, and his eyes were like fiery torches. His arms and his feet gleamed like burnished bronze, and the sound of his voice was like the roar of a multitude.

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