"What great deed will I have to do to be remembered?"
"Walk with me," the witch said.
They headed down the lane.
"Only remembered?"
"Remembered fondly."
"Ah."
They passed through the cemetery gates. Among all the overgrown graves was one well tended. The epitaph read:
"He tried."
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