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My shadow sits down in the snow and shakes his head from side to side. “But you won’t listen, will you?” “I have responsibilities,” I say. “I cannot forsake the people and places and things I have created. I know I do you a terrible wrong. And yes, perhaps I wrong myself, too. But I must see out the consequences of my own doings. This is my world. The Wall is here to hold me in, the River flows through me, the smoke is me burning.
I must know why.”