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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: of the morrow". And he piped it, and it was long like years.
Now when the nine years were gone, the King's daughter of Duntrine
got her to her feet, like one that remembers; and she looked about
her in the masoned house; and all her servants were gone; only the
man that piped sat upon the terrace with the hand upon his face;
and as he piped the leaves ran about the terrace and the sea beat
along the wall. Then she cried to him with a great voice, "This is
the hour, and let me see the power in it". And with that the wind
blew off the hood from the man's face, and, lo! there was no man
there, only the clothes and the hood and the pipes tumbled one upon
another in a corner of the terrace, and the dead leaves ran over
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