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The Histories Will Unravel

This ailment cannot be destroyed, but it may be starved. When the Histories which feed it are undone by the abominations of relict-kind, it will find its end, and I shall suffer no more.

Painless

The Sun-in-Rags descends from above while the Worms roil up from below, their curtains of dying light cast across all the world. For me, it is a bandage, the gauze of snow and scale which fills my wound deep as a chasm. It does not heal, but it ends, and that is all I could ever ask for. [You have shaped the Histories; set a stone in their foundation; reached a destination; finished the game. The roots of the world run ever deeper. Please accept our congratulations.]

Tarot: Hanged Man