An object that appeared upon the table on the eve of war, though none knew when or how it'd come to be there. He recognized it for the handiwork of the friend he hadn't seen for many long years. Only then did he realize, that this was the beginning of every calamity, the bitter fruit of every desire, and the omen of every destruction.

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