I recall long ago sneaking into my father’s study, and a man of great knowledge whose beard touched the ground entered the room and said, ‘What do you plan on doing with the knowledge you attain?’ I had not the answer to that and was more frightened of his Brobdingnagian looks that I grew short of words. Perhaps it was magic? That’s when he walked over, pulled a chair, grabbed a book, and said, ‘One must build upon the works of those that came before him.’ I did not know it at the time, but the course of my life was set that day.

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Tundra: The Darkest Hour

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