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... subtlety. They were beings of pure narrative force, the old patrons of the Arena, and their weapons were the tools of a bad author.
The first sign was a series of improbable coincidences. The star-crossed lovers’ bakery, which had become the heart of the village, suddenly burned down in a tragic, yet narratively convenient, fire. The talking fox, in a moment of uncharacteristic clumsiness, fell into the river and lost his voice for a week.
"It’s forced drama," Nox said to Serian ...
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