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The Northern Coast of the Eretejva Tundra Uratash smiled upon her. Or so some fanatic might have screeched while lopping off various body parts and launching them into the Köldgröf as if they were making the most haphazard, deluded soup (albeit with earnest fervour). Fífl the Fleet was not...

What was misfortune? Was it truly such a cosmic affair? Was it just the very nature of things that decreed that if good luck existed, then bad luck must, too? Inescapable, unavoidable, inevitable. Did Spotta's existence really hinge upon that? Happenstance? Or was misfortune born from every...