Through sleet and snow, raging storms, crisp midsummers, hail and thunder, to the earth's ends, he walks, and as escritoires and countless notebooks may have recorded an audience, or a tryst or two with the pilgrim named Cain, or Cartaphilus, none has ever seen me; the shadow that walks with him.
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