Was it the Light surrounding Us that caused his skin to turn to alabaster?
Was it the Proof that when two or more of Us are gathered together, the Light within each of Us can no longer hide under the bushel of aloneness?
Or was it when he realized that to be the Master, one must also be the Servant?
For whatever reason, the atheist turned a little pale as he approached our circle in the old oak grove.
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