“It was a day much like any other when young Conway – no, Senviva, his mother’s name – called me up unexpectedly. He sounded tense, but unhurried – like Sisyphus, suppressed but perservering under some great burden. He asked me to meet him a local diner in an hour. I gathered some materials in case he happened to give me an idea for a story and set off for an appointment with Destiny.
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