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There was not a nobler ending he could think of than one created by himself, but he could not do it. He would have to wait, to sleep, to dream, or even perhaps to live. He hid his loneliness behind a cloak of false pretenses that no one could break through. The end of this could not come soon enough, what he desperately needed was a beginning. They had plotted and conspired his demise but he would not go, even though he wanted to - something or someone had attached itself to him and he was no longer in control.