This is plucked off the wall by, wouldn't you know it, an angel.
It is replaced by a new paper, with a new script, which glows gold with faint holy radiance and burns the eyes of any evil man who gazes upon it, though every good man, whatever his literate skill or lack thereof, might read it. Those uncommitted to good or evil, or unconcerned by them, simply find this indecipherable and the cause of mild headache.
And it reads;
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