Transcription: Now that is a proper start to a hero's journey, thought Theseus. Not something my cousin Heracles would think twice about. But even heroism has its ordinary bread and butter side, a brigand a day. That would give me a start in the hero profession. The road to Athens winds through a rocky spare land, mounting the heights from time to time to survey the sea to the east. Theseus, his spirits buoyed by the salt tang in the wind, strode cheerfully down the road.
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