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We are all lone souls. It pays to know humility, lest the delusion of control, of mastery, overwhelms. And, indeed, we seem a species prone to that delusion, again and ever again. ~Fiddler, pg. 558
Steven Erikson
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Steven Erikson
Age: 65
Born: 1959
Born: October 7
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City of Toronto
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