dos33fsprogs/mist/books/opener.book
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I REALIZED, THE MOMENT I FELL INTO THE
FISSURE, THAT THE BOOK WOULD NOT BE
DESTROYED AS I HAD PLANNED.
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IT CONTINUED FALLING INTO THAT STARRY
EXPANSE OF WHICH I HAD ONLY A
FLEETING GLIMPSE.
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I HAVE TRIED TO SPECULATE WHERE IT MIGHT
HAVE LANDED, BUT I MUST ADMIT,
HOWEVER-- SUCH CONJECTURE IS FUTILE.
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STILL, THE QUESTION ABOUT WHOSE HANDS
MIGHT SOMEDAY HOLD MY MYST BOOK ARE
UNSETTLING TO ME.
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I KNOW THAT MY APPREHENSIONS MIGHT
NEVER BE ALLAYED, AND SO I CLOSE,
REALIZING THAT PERHAPS,
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THE ENDING HAS NOT YET BEEN WRITTEN
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