A story's birth is a sudden event: the start, a happy accident; the end, the fate for which it's meant. Cruel is the story without an end. But the stasis of the status quo can soothe the sick and weary soul. Why leave the shadow puppet show and the safety of the cave? A hunger stark is a driving gale; against the dark, the light seems pale, for certain doomed and bound to fail. Foolish Pandora, foolish Duck. The Raven's army circled round, released at last and gaining ground. Whither would our heroes' feet: to triumph or the grave?
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