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## End Of Endings — 2403<br>×<br>Rye — 2409
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The Woman lingered long on the words of Her Cocladist: *aught else aside from our lot in life.*
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What *was* her lot in life? What was *a* lot in life? Was she limited only to one thing? Was she bound to stasis? And what, then, of her thoughts on eternal stillness? What did it mean that a seed had been planted within her and had lately begun to sprout?
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