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When The Quest Is Ended

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I'd hardly thought what might lie beyond. So far I'd travelled, so long ago forgot what I was seeking, or, at least, why I sought it; and, that when the quest is ended, only the very fortunate may themselves stop. And fortune has never been my friend, even here, at the end.

Here, what I sought, I found, and, with it, felt triumph leap within me. Traitor heart! What, after all, did it bring me?

One gleam of light, with two-fold tidings. First, and most welcome: you can go on. Second, and close cousin to despair: go on you must.