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 Excerpt from my novel FATE.     A Rebel Father Dies                               “A mortal cannot put fate on trial, nor punish it, nor defend it … but simply coexist with it.”        Fionn’s death came quietly and without warning.        On a still morning that had the promise of a dry day in a wet week, he had risen early, as was his habit, made the turf fire in the open grate that would burn till he retired to bed, prepared a breakfast of salted porridge, a soft egg with soda bread, and strong black tea that a fly would have difficulty sinking in.        That morning was Fionn's last day in his beloved Ireland.        After breakfast, Fionn took a ramble to check the nets he had strung out in the sma...