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Libra, the Scales
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Brother All-Work lifted his thin, worn face, bright beyond all earthly brightness.
"That I may 'see the King in His beauty'" he murmured.
Then the heavenly messenger folded his strong arms about the cripple's frail body, and, spreading his golden wings, floated up, past the white-robed saints in the eastern window, past the groined arches of the roof, beyond the eyes of all.
