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| The Page of Septagons |
Soon the trees parted and the path led to a small clearing, ending abruptly at the edge of a treacherous cliff. But the Fool was undaunted and kept at his swift pace, steadily approaching the sheer drop. “Your folly is most curious,” a voice boomed. “Have you no fear of death?” Just as one leg dangled over the side of the cliff, the Fool hesitated. “Who dares to interrupt my errand?” he demanded impatiently. “I dare,” the bright yellow sun replied. |
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