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One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice - though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles.

"Mend me life!" each voice cried. but you didn't stop. you know what you had to do, though the wind pried with it's stiff finger at the very foundations; though their melancholy was terrible. it was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones.

But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the starts began to burn through the sheets of clouds;

and there was a new voice which you slowly  recognized as

your own,

that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world; determined to do the only thing you could do - determined to save the only life you could save.