The Fates spun their thread, and here was the spindle. Necessity had made it so. From the long ago, in the ages of ages, when all the loose threads were gathered and brought to a single point it was known that they might break. Eight planets. Wanderers. Worlds. From Mercury to Neptune the gods held their breath and the crystal spheres did shudder.…
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