END GAMES
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Fantasy
Underestimating the allure to darkness is a dangerous thing. Even the purest of hearts are drawn to it. And the darkest there is, has always been here, tempting them. To play The Game, that is. But of course you would know, you've been playing The Game all your life. Everyone has. Not that you would remember playing it, even as you are playing it right now. Every injury waiting to happen, every sudden fatality, was our doing. Every accident you've narrowly avoided your entire life, from crib gates left open, to forgotten parking brakes, even slips on patches of ice. Many have already lost by the time they get to your age, perhaps luck is on your side. Luck being your skill at playing the game. How do you win? Oh, see, you don't, I'm afraid. We get everyone, in the end. It's all a matter of time. And luck. Everyone loses in the end. Everyone except Lois Knight
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