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{=(story1):The One With The Peregrine Greaves|When the universe was young and the planets still soft with magma, a man strode the emptiness in search of the undiscoverable.
The stars were not yet fully formed, but he found the vacuum of space comforting and entrancing.
The light swirled and rebounded upon itself.  He imagined himself a conductor, and he waved his arms in the air, his gloves and chest armor silent in the soundless landscape of early time.
But his legs.
His legs grew cold.
In this time, before men or violence or raging waves or dying stars, this man, this occasional mage of the art of creation and this hunter of all things unhad…

This man had no greaves.

And beyond black holes, through eons that stretched beyond the very telling of what is comprehensible, he wandered, as wanderers do, to see if greaves might be had.
It was a realization to him regularly, as the frozen vacuum of space enveloped his pantless appendages, that he was somehow without.  Somehow unwhole.
And it was in this state that our poor wanderer found himself, drifting listlessly and without purpose, without direction, without pants.

And then he switched to his titan, and he found them.

So ends the story.

Quid est, perdidit et inventus est.}
{=(story2):I only know one story}
{=(story3):My memories have been wiped. I only know one story.}
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