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Prologue
In the dark night, the horizon is not visible – it only emerges with the light of the dawn.
And when that happens, the horizon becomes a defining boundary between the dark and the light.
At each point on that boundary, the old order fights with all its might to prevent the new one from emerging.
And each point on this boundary is also a locus of metamorphosis, for the souls who chose that path. It is where the caterpillar dies and the butterfly is born.
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