Transcription: They kissed, and the younger one strode down the dock, swinging his club, and joined the line of youths in black. The ship bound for Crete took on her doomed passengers and hoisted her black sails. As she glided out of the harbor, Theseus looked out over her prow at the sea before them. Somehow, it is harder to face death when you go towards it, knowing it lies in wait for you, he thought, easier when it springs on you from the shallow shadows, leaving no time for thought, only time for action.
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