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nd the wheel kept turning. Mortals and immortals alike still fell into the same follies, the same vices. The seemingly endless slew of wars, each time more unprecedented than the last, were all the same war, strung out across the ages. There was nothing new underneath the sun.
There is nothing new underneath the sun. The seemingly endless chain of small kindnesses, of wishes for the future, of grand plans, have all been the same, grand wish for the future. In each era mortals and immortals alike still fall into the same virtues, the same revolutions. For after the jar was opened, hope still remains.
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