For D, wherever he is. I hope he’s still writing.
And with thanks to Ken and Raena, who are richer in spirit than any of the characters I could ever hope to describe in this story.
I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
– Ecclesiastes 9:11.
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