universe would spit her back out where she started, just
as it had spit Jus back out at the very moment, the very
edge of sunset, that he had begun reading.
Yet there was
no one else there, save for the voices of the others in
the village hunting party. Jus sighed. He was grateful to
be home, yet he would miss the freedom and certainty
of the knowledge to which he had grown so accustomed.
As he walked towards the sounds of the other hunters,
he decided that he did not need the stories of all of the
universe.
The most important story of all was the one that
he would live, not the ones that he would dream.
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universe would spit her back out where she started, just
as it had spit Jus back out at the very moment, the very
edge of sunset, that he had begun reading.
Yet there was
no one else there, save for the voices of the others in
the village hunting party. Jus sighed. He was grateful to
be home, yet he would miss the freedom and certainty
of the knowledge to which he had grown so accustomed.
As he walked towards the sounds of the other hunters,
he decided that he did not need the stories of all of the
universe.
The most important story of all was the one that
he would live, not the ones that he would dream.
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