Placeholder: [art by Ralph Steadman] Devil of bees: a colourful Celtic warrior with a beard, covered by honey, In the heart of the buzzing hive, where the walls cracked and the sacred ways of life were defiled, there lurked the malevolent presence known as the Devil of Bees. This laughing entity, with a dark, twisting beard that seemed to writhe with a life of its own, wielded a power that struck fear [art by Ralph Steadman] Devil of bees: a colourful Celtic warrior with a beard, covered by honey, In the heart of the buzzing hive, where the walls cracked and the sacred ways of life were defiled, there lurked the malevolent presence known as the Devil of Bees. This laughing entity, with a dark, twisting beard that seemed to writhe with a life of its own, wielded a power that struck fear

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[art by Ralph Steadman] Devil of bees: a colourful Celtic warrior with a beard, covered by honey, In the heart of the buzzing hive, where the walls cracked and the sacred ways of life were defiled, there lurked the malevolent presence known as the Devil of Bees. This laughing entity, with a dark, twisting beard that seemed to writhe with a life of its own, wielded a power that struck fear

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In the heart of the buzzing hive, where the walls cracked and the sacred ways of life were defiled, there lurked the malevolent presence known as the Devil of Bees. This entity, born of shadows and whispers, wielded a power that struck fear into the hearts of all who dared to cross its path. The Devil of Bees was not a creature of flesh and blood, but a manifestation of primal terror, a force of nature that twisted the very fabric of reality.
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