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<p> The many seasons of life bring endless hardships and suffering. The spring rain seeps cold into the flesh the summer sun boils the blood the autumn winds are cruel lukewarm harsh winter freezes the soul and yet there is a faint smile through it all. "Facing the moon I am uneasy, the wolf howls and I am afraid. The sword in my hand does not reassure me, the blood only pricks at the memory. Listen and I will tell you a fable from long ago, a story like a hundred seasons until the end of night." </p>
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