Abelard had always been near the truth, yet it eluded him like a branch just out of reach. His was faith not wholly acted upon. Were he only to leap, his hands would have grasped, and he would have risen. He would have seen a farther horizon, perhaps even beyond the Fortress of Doom. He saw the stars, how they shined. His eyes appeared tired, but there was a deeper malaise set within them. They doubted. They feared. They refused to act. He had suspected who I was; studied my disguise in earnest. He had known in a timid part …
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