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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog hangs heavy over a slaughterhouse, the smell of decaying flesh and rust clinging to the air as sunlight barely pierces the grime-encrusted windows, casting a faint, eerie glow on the carnage below. A mechanical conveyer belt still moves, somehow steadily heaping dismembered animal carcasses into a central pit where, uh, a bloated, crimson-skinned calf has grown at least three extra heads that weakly struggle to free themselves from the tangle of entrails and flesh. Outside, wind whispers an almost-coherent recitation of Psalm 22.