Very odd how things work out. Wodan to be sure?

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If what I see as the future is true, and I see nothing to change it, a song long forgotten might be fulfilled.

All I have to do is... nothing, absolutely nothing.  Which is precisely what I am going to do if this isn't the reason.  You have no idea how deliciously ironic that is.  They, I do believe, kept me down for decades, knowing what the problem was, but fearing me, what I am, they did not treat me.  They truly planned on letting me just clock out.  When it became known more broadly, through edema, what the problem was, they couldn't deny treatment.  But I saw... regret... that treatment was beginning... in some of their eyes.  A patient heart seems to be of profit.  Uhrm, no pun intended, mostly, initially.

And... possibilities flood my mind should the horns be sounded by the Keeper and the patriots.  The wandering and searching will go forth before long regardless.

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