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He remembered the knowledge. He remembered feeling his mind as cold as ice and limitless as the night sky. He remembered being summoned into reluctant existence at the moment the first creature lived, in the certain knowledge that he would outlive life until the last being in the universe passed to its reward, when it would be his job, figuratively speaking, to put the chairs on the tables and turn all the lights off.
He remembered the loneliness.
(Mort)
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Respect for you great mach. Nice cluch. Be my friend.