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mutato nomine de te fabula narratu
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Let me begin this tale.
A tale as old as time.
A tale I have never told.
A tale I have only whispered in the darkness of night.
A tale of living in the past as if it were the present.
Begun, on a day, Today.
Begun, on the mind of a simple man.
Begun on the mind of few cares
Begun on the road less traveled
This, a road that I have traveled many times.
But this time I felt uneasy.
For
A fog, of depth was fast approaching.
A fog, that ingested and digested everything.
The fog brought forth with it a form.
I could scarcely see anything except for a form off in the distance.
Is it a man?
Is it a woman?
It is an eerily familiar form.
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