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[shall_yield_us]

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[sings4dragons]

And how fair is it to share such a story when you don't remember the ending?

[shall_yield_us]

Says she, as if a woman of her beauty can't make her own ending and call it true.

[sings4dragons]

Ah, but it isn't my story. Perhaps if it was a song, I could rewrite it, but it still wouldn't be mine, even then.

[shall_yield_us]

I give it to you. Write me my end.

[sings4dragons]

You make it sound such a simple thing.

[shall_yield_us]

The simplest. Tell me, dear love.

[sings4dragons]

Death would agree to no bargain, for there's really no way to win again it.

[shall_yield_us]

How cruel, my Lady Death.

[sings4dragons]

Hardly. I'm not cruel. I adore happy stories, but telling the truth is a Harper's lot in life, no matter how harsh it seems.

[shall_yield_us]

And what makes a Harper, and what makes the ruin of one?

[sings4dragons]

That's a simple answer. Pride can be both.