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“They said I must die. They said that I stole the breath from men, and now they must steal mine. I imagine, then, that we are all candle flames, greasy-bright, fluttering in the darkness and the howl of the wind.
They will blow us all out, one by one, until it is only their own light by which they see themselves. Where will I be then?”