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In storied Sisyphean style I raise aloft my muddied eyes,

To trace the distant weary miles that gently thumb my earthly ties,

Each failure met with happy sighs! For to Truth I'd never turn my back,

My boulder's touch is worlds deep; its burden every living act!

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This is the final bit of The Hermit Mage, stay tuned for the next book. 

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