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Xystus stood at the edge of a great plain, overlooking the apocalyptic scene before him, the littered debris and detritus of a spontaneous, furious war and conflagration, which had taken place just moments before. Now it was over, having happened so quickly that if he had not been there when he was he would have missed it, and that was the last thing on earth he wanted to happen. He loved wars. Curiously, though, an almost supernatural peace and calm now prevailed, and for some reason there was a sweet smell of incense, carried on the gentle breeze. Xystus, thinking on it all, found these aspects very strange, sickening really, for he had bee