Fables can be stitched and torn, worn and ruined. The gests of pasts come to rend and fade, mere threads as the centuries wane. This is a tale of grandeur, woven anew by the strings of the old. All others have perished, caught in a sea, drowned in its depths. The ornate, the beautiful, the solemn and lost—every story has an end.

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