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| The Page of Septagons |
“Well then,” the Fool considered, “I seek the fourteen treasures of the world and I am told that a man who strays from his path is lost.” “That may well be true,” spoke the sun, “but I fear that you are already lost. Take this map as my gift. It will aid you in your quest.” And in a flash of light, an aged parchment appeared at his feet. “At last! A path to follow!” cried the Fool, happily taking the map. “Perhaps,” the sun murmured, “yet things are never as simple as they may seem.” But the Fool had already run back down the hill and did not hear the sun’s parting words. |
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