Fionn Mac Cumhaill and the Salmon of Wisdom

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Fionn Mac Cumhaill and the Salmon of Wisdom

I didn't plan on eating the salmon of wisdom. But I did, accidentally. If I had known how easy it was to eat the fish, I'd truly have been more inclined to do it purposefully, and pretend it happened exactly as it had. But I did not. And I did eat it. My master had searched for the thing for longer than I had known about its existence, for longer even than my master had known about mine. And he had been there at my birth. He was not a fisherman, but he labored with that river long enough that he should have been, were it not for the obsession that undermined the experience. We had been fishing that day, just as we did most days, sitting on