Apocalypse
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Apocalypse
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Apocalypse


Exile all permanents. You discard your hand.

"The First Flame quickly fades. Darkness will
shortly settle. But one day, tiny flames will
dance across the darkness. Like embers, linked
by Lords past. Ashen One, hearest thou my
voice, still?"

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