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. . . to the fold On his way he fell upon three places, for want of a better phrase, in succession. One. Another. Another still. Unknown to this weary traveller, his route would prove to be deceptive. The weave of his way left no corner. No apex of strength. Nor of weakness. Adopt phase for place, with quiet suggestion that the temporal will yet overrun the spatial. And of course, vice versa. One. It...
