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15 his feet were like exquisite brass, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of many waters. 16 He was holding seven stars in his right hand, and a sharp two-edged sword was coming out of his mouth. The sight of him was like the sun when it shines with full power. 17 When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though I was dead.

He touched me with his right hand. ‘Don’t be afraid,’ he said. ‘I am the first and the last

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