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Here my pen shall halt, reader, though I do not. I have carried you from gate to gate – from the locked and fog-shrouded gate of the necropolis of Nessus to that cloud-racked gate we call the sky, the gate that shall lead me, as I hope, beyond the nearer stars.


My pen halts, though I do not. Reader, you will walk no more with me. It is time we both take up our lives.

Gene Wolfe, The Citadel of the Autarch (1982)