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The Archangel Gabriel coughed lightly into his palm. The sound echoed slightly through the tall archways around him, which stretched off into infinity. The interior design was great, he thought. The colours were warm; there were broad stripes of deep red on the sand-yellow arches, and the sunlight patterned the floor in shifting shades. He could see why some people down on earth modeled their mosques like this. Now if only Allah would acknowledge his presence.
Allah sensed that Gabriel shifted his ethereal weight to his left wings in discomfort, but decided that he would finish sorting through droves of information in his mind about the war in Iraq first. Gabriel coughed again, and Allah felt thoroughly annoyed. As devoted a messenger as Gabriel was, Allah thought, people generally remember more bad messages than good messages. And he gues