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“Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him his men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected, or dead. The delawares all slain. He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whether it should cease. He’d long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men’s destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that there would ever be in the world all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he’d drive the remorseless sun on to it’s final endarkment as if he’d ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them.”