Eighth Gate:
Moagreeth
The Place of Infinity
Time is a river. It begins, it ends, and ultimately begins again. Each form of the River is not as we have known it. This is the Joke.
The Fatemasters arose because one named Quist thought he had seen all that there was to see. Could see it all in the blue traceries of fatelines.
He was wrong.
Someone invited Quist to see the End Of All, the point in the flow when the stars boil away to blackness, the galaxies rupture and fade to the dark, and all is entropy death.

Quist may still be there, watching it all, alongside the Guardian. Growing eternally old.
The Wheel of Souls turns here. The last bastion for those who kept their ragged faith through Tyrokh and Raragar, and hope to return to the Light.

If it soothes their passage through the Great Cycle, let them be. Let them believe. There are, certainly, more beliefs in the shape of things to come ... than there are stars in the sky.
Time and Time Again, by Marcy Vaught
He was wrong.
He was wrong.
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