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I remembered him and his three friends. How their names were spoken like sacred hymns and how much power, terror, and legacy came with them. He was bigger than most men. More important, more powerful and he would only grow stronger, larger than life itself. I felt it in my bones like a storm was approaching off the ocean and onto the sandy quiet beaches. He had been immortalized the moment he took his first breath.
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