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simple. “He is born again!” Gitara cried. “I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!”
He was swimming in a sea of other people’s expectations. Men had drowned in seas like that.
Surrender after you are dead.
