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Hans it was who dreamt of such an ending: Hans, who stomped the flat world round. Hans who climbed the sacred mountain; who spoke forbidden words upon it; who brought dread winter down upon the world.

There had been unicorns, and chimera, but there are not now.

There had been dragons, too, and the gods of trees.

The winter came. It stormed out, and to Hans’ will. It brought an end to the age of fairy-tale things.

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