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At Long Last...The Vision:
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| I was a child with little care or concern for the outside world. I was with my dear Father and Mother. Together, we were walking a mountain path. The grade of the path was not steep, but we walked | |
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| for quite a while through scores of boulders. The boulders were unique in that they were all rounded as if eroded by a long-vanished sea. Of course, my feet were shod with leather, but the leather was | |
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| ill-fitting and the rhythm of my footfalls filled my head--"shhh-flap, flap, shhh-flap, flap, shhh-flap, flap!" I became so enamoured of the sound that I ignored everything around me. | |
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| Finally, the loose leather fell from my foot, and took several steps before even realizing. When I looked up to tell my parents to pause, I found that they had disappeared! | |
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| I panicked and started running as fast as I could through the rounded boulders. Soon, I had gained a tremendous amount of speed. I was running so fast that I could barely keep up with mineself! | |
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| Now where was that poison? Was it in the vessel with the pestle or the flagon with the dragon? Damn you, Walter! | |
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