Whilom, upon the pilgrim’s path to Canterbury, there journeyed a fellow, a most curious soul, whose tale was lost amidst the japes and jests of Chaucer’s band of merry travelers. He was a man of slight stature, with eyes that shone bright like the stars above, and a voice that rang out clear as a bell. He walked with a lightness in his step, as if he carried no burden save that of his own thoughts. And yet, beneath his gentle demeanor lay a wisdom that belied his years. This humble pilgrim’s journey, though forgotten by many, was no less wondrous than those of his more famous companions, and his tale was one that could have brought tears to the eyes of even the most hardened of listeners.
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