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[ The cold grasp your hands, mist gently embrace your soul. Content fills your heart. ]
The end of the road leads us to Atropos' embrace. Though her eyes are always covered, she is all-seeing.
The lullaby from childhood is gone, and the festive music of life, muted. Nothing but silence is in the air as Atropos sways with what remains of human life.
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