I found myself in the story of an immortal He knew not what he was and clawed and scraped at the notched wood of the timeline he slid across, pulled along as inescapable as gravity You see he was twisting the sinew of his life ‘round the bones of it in a desperate attempt not to lose it and so hobbled himself When I told him what he always was he said, “Aye, I needn’t of broke meself for the life but I had to for the lesson.”
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