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Included are excerpts from the Book of Unwinding Thread, authored by Fate. Reader Beware.

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Page 258

There was but one road through the Dark Forest, and it was this road that brought the vast majority of customers to the doors of the Rough Stone Inn. Despite its perilous surroundings, the road was well built and well established; few travelers fell victim to the mysteries of the Forest any longer. Nonetheless, there were always tales of strange events and stranger creatures to be found among the visitors. “I swear,” said a traveler one day, “it was the strangest beast I’d ever seen. Skin l
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One day, a curious Selene asked her father whether he knew any stories about the creatures of the Dark Forest. In answer to her question, Petrus took her down to the foot of the mountain, where the kingdom’s borders ended and the Dark Forest began. “Many years ago,” he told her, “in this spot, a friend of mine entered the trees on a dare. He was bold. Stupid. Part of him made it out. Not all of him. He never did tell us what he saw in there, but he had nightmares about it. Still has them.” He
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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Selene. “My beautiful daughter of the moon,” her mother, Helen, murmured as she cradled her newborn in her arms. “Yes,” agreed her father, Petrus. “Beautiful.” Privately, the name made him a little uneasy. The moon, while radiant, was notoriously variable- and Petrus had no business with things that could not be depended upon. But he loved his wife, and so kept his opinions to himself. Thankfully enough, his misgivings proved to be entirely unfounde
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X's avatar took a deep breath and rounded the corner. A few feet away, Melody was tied to a tree, gagged, and blindfolded. Y stood close beside, her knives held almost casually in each hand. "You made it," she called to X's avatar. She smiled. "It seems the girl is worth something to you after all." X's avatar ignored Y. "Melody," he called. "Are you alright?" Melody looked around as if to ascertain the direction from which the voice came. She seemed scared, and she pulled fa
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"I think it is that way," said X's avatar, making a vague gesture. "Eh, that's fine, I don't think we can steer the balloon anyway." Melody sighs. "I wonder where we're going?" She smiles and looks over the side of the balloon. Hanging from the bottom of the balloon was what appeared to be a slightly smaller version of Melody. She looked up at her larger counterpart with wide eyes. "Song?" Melody said. "What are you doing here?" X's avatar peered over the side as well. "Anoth
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X's avatar waited on the rock, sorting sticks. There were so many different sizes of stick, so many different colors- it was chaos! Size would be easy enough to correct with his knife, but color? Perhaps paint would do the trick. He was in the middle of considering the merits of watercolor versus acrylic when his thoughts were interrupted by someone shouting his name. He looked up to see a young woman running at him. He barely had time to blink before she hugged him. "You're alive!" sh
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X's avatar fell to Melody's side, barely daring to breathe. No. It couldn't be. She couldn't be... There. A pulse. He let out a shuddering breath. But it was faint. Too faint. It hardly seemed like she was there at all. In fact... X's avatar reached out with his mind, confirming his suspicions. "She's been taken to the Land of Dreams," he said grimly.  Nameless frowned. "The... what?" "A place of pure Light, just as the Void is a place of pure Darkness. In it is contained eve
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A woman stepped forth from the shadows. X's avatar gasped. She had skin of a slightly blueish tint, black hair, and looked so similar to him she could have been his sister. Which was, of course, impossible, as he'd been conjured into being directly by Narrator X. Nonetheless, the resemblance was undeniable. Who was she? And how had she stopped him from manipulating the wind? He tried again to conjure a storm, but the woman made a quick slashing motion with one of her hands. His control abru
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Once upon a time, there was a character that spoke for a Narrator. He did not have a name. The Narrator was named X, and so that was what he was called. When the Narrator needed him, he acted on their behalf. When it did not... he waited. Today he waited on a rock with a knife and a fallen branch. Stroke by stroke, he used the knife to scape fragments off of the piece of wood, turning it into... well, he wasn't sure what exactly it was turning into, but it was turning into something. P
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"Behold!" cried Dr Who Octopus. "The instrument of your demise!" Gerald observed the rather elaborate machine with a sigh. Spinning axe blades, check. Jets of fire, check. Large hammers pounding together rhythmically, check. Yup. He was about to be fed into an Evil Overlord Execution Machine of the most archetypical quality. And it had been such a wonderful Friday, too. "Is all this really necessary?" he asked. "I mean... I'm just a squid..." Dr Who Octopus chuckled. "Come now, Ge
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Jaxevist made a rude sign at the mainland as the Crimson Tide sailed away from the dock. He hated- no, he despised the Stonelands. He'd only been there once- before this, of course- but once had been enough. He'd sworn never to return, both to himself and to his crew, and he'd been certain that- unlike many of his 'promises' - this one would hold. But, of course, nothing could stand the weight of gold. Not for Jaxevist. Probably should've charged more, he thought as he scrubbed himself
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Xino struck. He struck again. Each strike defined lines of brilliant light that blocked off the Witherlord's retreat. Each strike caused the Witherlord to shrink back further, his power dissipating. "That is for Trewee," Xino snarled. With a mighty swing, a beam of light shot from the spear, pinning the Witherlord in place. The dark figure gasped, black smoke rising up from the place where the light pierced his chest and instantly evaporating. He cringed backwards as Xino stepped towards hi
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Trewee hissed. He looked... wrong. Instead of a smooth, flowing shape, his surface was jagged and fractured. Black streaks ran through him, spreading out from his eye like black dye injected into gelatin. "What happened?" Sophie whispered. "He... he looks sick. Can watersprites get sick?" Xino frowned. "No, not usually. But it's not a big deal, I'll just..." He tried Narrating the stain away again, but nothing happened. He blinked. "...what?" He tried again. Nothing. "I... I can't Narr
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And then the world blew up, and everyone died. Sophie folded her arms. "Xino!" she chided. "What was that for?" Xino gave a snort and continued walking.  "You know," Sophie called, hands on her hip. "I think I've finally figured you out." That caused Xino to pause. He turned around, one eyebrow raised. "Oh?" "You're jealous," she said with satisfaction. "Jealous of the stories that the rest of us create. Because you know you could never, in a million years create stories
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What is it you want, child? "I want... I want the pain to end. I want it to all just... go away." -- Phoenix burst from a world of black and white into a world of color. The transition left him gasping, reeling- how could he have forgotten how bright it was?- but panic pushed him forwards. He had to get to Star, before it was too late. -- Very well. The wind blew softly around Star. I can bring you an end. Erase you from the world forever and always. -- Space
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"I'm sorry," said Pheonix from behind Star. Nothing else. What else was there to say? The wind blew, gentle yet firm. Pheonix's flame flared slight, then dimmed once again. "They all hate me," whispered Star. "For who I was. Who I am." I don't hate you. The words formed on Pheonix's lips, but he couldn't force them out. What use were they? They were just words. "Sometimes..." The wind blew Star's hair into her face. She made no motion to move it away. "Sometimes I wonder if e
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monster, quickly dissolving away into inky black mist. Had that... just worked?  "Hah!" he said, leaning on his sword, too exhausted for more than a quick bark of laughter. "Take that, 'Queen of Shadows'!" Behind him, he could hear the ragged cheers of the remaining Narrators as they realized what had just happened. Astra let out a screech of fury and despair. "No! You will die! I will destroy you! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU-" The last of the withergeists swirled around and
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the man screamed. "You thought to defy me," snarled Tom Joebob. "You thought to turn them against me, to steal rule for yourself. Well. Now you pay the price for your defiance." He turned the machine on once more, more powerful than ever. Rage and hate and pleasure blended together inside of him as he watched his enemy suffer. And then- Ralvan began to laugh. Just a chuckle at first, so quick Tom might have missed it. Then a giggle, his chest spasming slightly. Finally a long, dra
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Once upon a time there was a man, named Tom Joebob, who feared Death more than anything. Now, Tom Joebob was a clever man. He knew the ways of chemicals and machines and all manner of other sciences. But no matter how hard he searched and studied and experimented, he could find no weapon that could defeat Death. Soon enough the hour came for Death to take him. In desperation, Tom Joebob called out to a being he had never allowed himself to believe in: Fate, the Author of all reality. A
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