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Title:
- Prodigal Victory: A Sun that Knows Us
Description:
- When once the Watchman is caged in shadows, the Sun will harden like spring ice, until - as we were born from the Shell - so the Red Sun will hatch, but gently. Each day it will accept a little - a very little - of our blood... I balk at that. I admit it. But a Sun that knows our taste is a kinder sun. I am quite certain that it will not eat me. And, once my pursuers are confined, neither will anything else. <i>[You have proved yourself as Librarian; convinced the Hours to accept a History; changed the world; won the game. This is the memory that does not die. Please accept our congratulations.]</i>
Ending flavor: Grand
Animation: None
Achievement: None
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