Quickly, time was slipping through his fingers as he let the sand grains fall. There was no greatness in thoes sand grains now. They had served their purpose in the past as something of the living, and had died and deteriorated and crumbled into the fine sediments he now felt fall through the cracks. Slowly, but not reluctantly, his feet arched
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