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☆-----...•ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ: ɪʀᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs•...-----☆
Fate controls everything.
Or nothing.
That is the mindset you will find in most of the world. Those with a different opinion tend to be those who don't have an opinion.
The truth is, Fate's control is absolute yet finite; unwavering yet unpredictable. The red threads of possibility stretch far beyond what's understandable. By human.
Or, as it turns out, by Fate.
She sits at a small table in a rickety chair, rocking back and forth as she knits.
Fate is old and young, beautiful and terrifying. She is everything and nothing all at once.
Tiny slivers of iron wind up into a ball of thread, infinitesimal but stronger than the skies.
As a storm rages outside the nondescript apartment, as Kocho wonders what is right and wrong, as Ukizuki knocks on Mira's door, Fate rocks in her chair and knits on.
So many iron chains take time, after all.
ᴜᴋɪᴢᴜᴋɪ's sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪɪ: ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀs
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