As I stood there in a sea of needy strangers, I realized that starting from before the beginning would be utterly useless, because I would most probably do it all over again.
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There is also a legend of a place called the Black Lodge, the shadow-self of the White Lodge. The legend says that every soul must pass through there on the way to perfection. There you will meet your own shadow-self. My people call it The Dweller on the Threshold…but it is said if you face the Lodge with imperfect courage, it will utterly annihilate your soul.
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