the moon hung low over the bayou and the canebrake.
thank you for coming.
you know i would never refuse you.
i do not have much time left.
i understand.
i have nothing to tell you that i have not told you from the day you arrived in the world. but i wanted to tell you one last time.
of course.
the world is a bad place. and it is running out of time. it must be torn down completely and remade. and quickly. you must devote every minute of your existence to the task. do you promise to do so?
you know that i will.
tell me again that you will.
i will.
a cloud passed over the moon.
a lion roared in the canebrake.
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